A 50+ year old fat bloke, shorter than Bates, wearing nothing but a thong, a small teddy bear covering his privates, whilst playing a guitar? Standard.
I spotted him at a table, wandered across, we shook hands & his first words were "is Neil here?"
We chatted for a bit & he asked me to send you his best regards. Which I forgot to do..... I did say hello for you though.
He's had a few WSOP cashes in his time, 55 I think?
Bet he has a story or two to tell, on & off the table.
Incidentally, I bumped into Jerome Bradpiece last night, who had just cashed in Colossus. He's just back from California, Vietnam & Cambodia. WAL. He's sporting a sort of Fu Manchu moustache affair at the moment.
I asked him if he had bumped into Sam Razavi whilst in Asia (it's quite a small place) & he told me Sam has started a restaurant in the Philippines. So if you don't mind popping across to Manila, I'm sure a free meal is available.
I was sat playing Big O cash in The Rio last night, felt a tap on my shoulder, & it was Jeff Duval, who had just arrived, with his daughter & son in-law in tow.
I said to his daughter "Jeff has told me all about you" (which I true) & she said, "ahh, which daughter, there are 3 of us?"
I know one of his daughters lives or lived, I think, in either Connecticut or Vegas or somewhere......anyway, I was digging a hole for myself, so I shut up. She was very warm & friendly though, pretty on the eye, quite short.
I don't have "poker heroes", but if I did, Jeff would be mine, & I'd love to be like him when I get a little older.
A 50+ year old fat bloke, shorter than Bates, wearing nothing but a thong, a small teddy bear covering his privates, whilst playing a guitar? Standard.
A 50+ year old fat bloke, shorter than Bates, wearing nothing but a thong, a small teddy bear covering his privates, whilst playing a guitar? Standard.
I didn't know Wagner could play guitar. Extraordinary.
Played some poker yesterday Downtown at Golden Nugget.
Have to say, it's one of THE great cardrooms of the world, if not for the MTT's they run (good variety at budget prices) but the truly beautiful room itself. These rooms are known in the USA as "ballrooms" for some strange reason.
It's much bigger than it looks, too - room for well over 100 tables.
And unlike any cardroom in the UK, & many in Vegas & elsewhere, look at the space between tables, so you can wander around without knocking over those silly chuffing side tables or tripping over rammel on the floor.
Great lux levels too, which with the high ceiling adds to the feeling of airy space.
Huge TV screen at one end too, so you can watch Live Sport whilst playing poker. At the moment, the NBA Finals are in progress, plus the Stanley Cup, in which the Las Vegas Knights are in the playoffs, though currently 3-1 down.
This fella was sat to my immediate left, & was chewing some sort of nuts.
Every 5 or 10 seconds, he'd spit a seed out into an empty glass.
And here's the thing - he never put the cup to his mouth to spit the seed into it, he left it on the table & took aim from his normal upright position.
Pretty gross & uncouth - the sort of thing folks from Yorkshire might do - but impressive all the same, as he never missed the glass once.
By now, his mouth must have been dry, as he was swigging water in between nuts, swilling it around in his mouth, & with consumate skill spitting the mixture of water & seeds, a sort of turgid puree, into the glass, still without moving the glass to his mouth.
If you like girls dancing on bars downtown Tikay, look across to The Grand Hotel and next to it is Hogs and Heffers , great place </blockquote
The first time I went in there, I bought a round of drinks and made the mistake of not tipping the barmaid.
As I returned to our table, she was already on the tannoy telling the whole bar what she thought of that. It's fair to say that she didn't hold back on the insults and swearing. Turned out that's what they like to do there.
If you like to be insulted by foul mouthed young ladies, dancing on the bar in hot pants and cowboy boots, then get yourself down there.
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People whizzing along on the Zip Line, 60 feet above your head? Of course.
A 50+ year old fat bloke, shorter than Bates, wearing nothing but a thong, a small teddy bear covering his privates, whilst playing a guitar? Standard.
Here's my hand (PLO8), which is the stone cold nuts on the flop with extensions & improvers all the way up. It don't get better than this in PLO8.
It was a 3 way pot, all 3 of us all-in in Level 1 for a 90,000 pot. (starting stack 30,000).
I got exactly a quarter of the pot so lost a quarter of my stack. With the stone cold nuts.
Outrageous.
You played a hand of PLO8 without AA double suited?
Say it aint so Joe
@NChanning
I spotted him at a table, wandered across, we shook hands & his first words were "is Neil here?"
We chatted for a bit & he asked me to send you his best regards. Which I forgot to do..... I did say hello for you though.
He's had a few WSOP cashes in his time, 55 I think?
Bet he has a story or two to tell, on & off the table.
Incidentally, I bumped into Jerome Bradpiece last night, who had just cashed in Colossus. He's just back from California, Vietnam & Cambodia. WAL. He's sporting a sort of Fu Manchu moustache affair at the moment.
I asked him if he had bumped into Sam Razavi whilst in Asia (it's quite a small place) & he told me Sam has started a restaurant in the Philippines. So if you don't mind popping across to Manila, I'm sure a free meal is available.
I was sat playing Big O cash in The Rio last night, felt a tap on my shoulder, & it was Jeff Duval, who had just arrived, with his daughter & son in-law in tow.
I said to his daughter "Jeff has told me all about you" (which I true) & she said, "ahh, which daughter, there are 3 of us?"
I know one of his daughters lives or lived, I think, in either Connecticut or Vegas or somewhere......anyway, I was digging a hole for myself, so I shut up. She was very warm & friendly though, pretty on the eye, quite short.
I don't have "poker heroes", but if I did, Jeff would be mine, & I'd love to be like him when I get a little older.
Here's Jerome & Jeff, in that order;
cheers Tony
Saw this sign in Fremont Street yesterday.
What a liberty, nicking Sky Poker's brand name.
I've mentioned before that Fremont Street is Tat City, & believe me, they do sell some shite.
I mean, look at this - bet people see that & say "ooh, I've always wanted my name on a grain of rice inside a piece of jewellery".
Life would not be complete without one.
Have to say, it's one of THE great cardrooms of the world, if not for the MTT's they run (good variety at budget prices) but the truly beautiful room itself. These rooms are known in the USA as "ballrooms" for some strange reason.
It's much bigger than it looks, too - room for well over 100 tables.
And unlike any cardroom in the UK, & many in Vegas & elsewhere, look at the space between tables, so you can wander around without knocking over those silly chuffing side tables or tripping over rammel on the floor.
Great lux levels too, which with the high ceiling adds to the feeling of airy space.
Huge TV screen at one end too, so you can watch Live Sport whilst playing poker. At the moment, the NBA Finals are in progress, plus the Stanley Cup, in which the Las Vegas Knights are in the playoffs, though currently 3-1 down.
Cracking place to play poker.
This fella was sat to my immediate left, & was chewing some sort of nuts.
Every 5 or 10 seconds, he'd spit a seed out into an empty glass.
And here's the thing - he never put the cup to his mouth to spit the seed into it, he left it on the table & took aim from his normal upright position.
Pretty gross & uncouth - the sort of thing folks from Yorkshire might do - but impressive all the same, as he never missed the glass once.
By now, his mouth must have been dry, as he was swigging water in between nuts, swilling it around in his mouth, & with consumate skill spitting the mixture of water & seeds, a sort of turgid puree, into the glass, still without moving the glass to his mouth.
Only in America. Nobody batted an eyelid, either.
He was from Texas. Why did that not surprise me?