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Posted: April 22, 2015 in poker
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He said,  The top card of the deck is burned at the beginning of each betting round, so that if the card was marked, the players would not be able to cheat.

She said, I need more orange juice.  The man lit a cigarette.  She listened to Balalaika music in her head. He glanced at the copy of Doctor Zhivago on her desk.


She read a passage to him.  “They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees and the clouds and the sky over their heads and the earth under their feet.  Pasternak, Zhivago”

She picked up her empty Star Trek mug.  Leonard Nimoy seemed to be watching them.  The man ran his fingers across his temple and pressed his forehead.

She told him to leave. He went back to designing his board game.  She put lotion on her hands.  It smelled like gardenia.

She said, “Yesterday’s gone on down the river and you can’t get it back. Lonesome Dove, Larry McMurtry”

The man said, Yesterday is the burn card.

She read silently. “All that’s left is the bare, shivering human soul, stripped to the last shred, the naked force of the human psyche for which nothing has changed because it was always cold and shivering and reaching out to its nearest neighbor, as cold and lonely as itself.” Pasternak, Zhivago. 


Write 500 words on any topic you like. Now remove 250 of them without changing the essence of your post.
 “Slash and Burn.”



The mentor’s I’ve had haven’t known they were my mentors.  They never said, “I’m mentoring you.” In fact, to their faces, I stubbornly refused to take any advise.

“Do not ever tell me how to play.”

When I was in grad school and writing full time, I always wanted a mentor.  I was really disappointed that no one ever took me under their wing.  I had potential.  The world is a busy, cruel place, and time is hard to come by.

But poker, however is a game, and in order for it to be a good game, you need good players to play against.   Poker as metaphor.
Ten years younger than me, my friend Classic taught me not to bother to come to the table if I’m not willing to lose what I bring.  Bad Larry told me to play position.  He said “If you are the last to act you have some power.”  Jules taught me how to play one-on-one. She showed me not to be afraid to shove all your chips in when you’re the last two at the table.

I’m not a mentor….instead about all I know to do is play a good game, and try to mentor by good play.  The  thing I try to pass on:  never lose your cool.   It’s embarrassing to see someone enraged by losing.  Isn’t it better when someone gets knocked out and they offer up a toast to the poker goddess?   Or, instead of tipping over a chair, they say “Buy me a drink, you donkey.”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Mentor Me.”


Posted: April 14, 2015 in poker
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In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Blur.”


The blurry guy is Mike Sexton, announcer for the WPT.   It kind of makes sense, since the whole Aria WPT was a blur to me last year.  My first time.  I sort of blurrily knew who he was, but not really.

It’s always seemed like blur should have two ‘rr’ s.  Like blurry.  Or slurry.

Staying Afloat

Posted: April 14, 2015 in poker
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It’s all about passion.  Staying afloat and not losing all your chips.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Afloat.”

Bad Cards

Posted: April 14, 2015 in poker
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It’s not the cards, it’s how you handle the cards. The chips I bet are put on the table to defend the best hand, whether it is the best or not. The next split second decision involves trying to detect if you are going to have to show those cards.  The next decision, whether you want a caller.  Your demeanor at that point needs to support your decision.  Sometimes the best cards are bad cards.  Maddening.

If hand after hand you are running cold, well it might be time to take a walk, get a soda, stand up, miss a few.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Mad as a Hatter.”


Posted: April 14, 2015 in poker
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aces2   You tip the edges of your cards up, and you’ve got them, the hand that everyone loves & hates.  One of the hardest hands to play.  Bullets. You can go all in, try to isolate this to a couple callers, or wait and see if anyone raises.  Check raising has to be the favorite way to go.

Everyone knows they can get cracked, even a low pair in an opponents hand can turn into trips.  The flush can draw out on you, or you can get sunk by a boat.   But sometimes they hold up.

They quickest thing to send your heart racing.

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Posted: April 13, 2015 in poker
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