Soft

On the night of my return to the local games after nearly three weeks on the road, I look for a soft landing at the Village.  I have not played much poker in months.  My games on the road were mostly short, breezy sessions accomplished as a sampling.  Between travels,[…]

Gargamel Rising

Gargamel, wolf in wolf’s clothing, is taking his time.  Playing great poker doesn’t just take time, it eats time.  Poker devours thought, patience, intelligence, guts, math, instinct, discipline.  The table tonight, however, is not accustomed to this slow burn and it is breaking up the rhythm of their evening.  It’s[…]

Gargamel, part III

Gargamel has disappeared.  He hasn’t actually vanished, or been bound and kidnapped by a crowd of torch bearing Smurfs, but he is still gone for another day.  In fact, the WSOP has carried away not only your favorite Villain, but silent Osiris as well, perhaps the only other true TAG[…]

Gargamel, part II

Gargamel is diabolic.  Blessed with top percentile mathematical ability, he calculates his hourly at the table, adjusted for the swings of his session.  He wants to extract every last dollar from his victims; if he missized a bet that was supposed to be called, I have to hear about the[…]

Gargamel, part I

It’s not exactly The Professor, the Banker and friends, but the Village does have its scions, the upstanding winners who funnel money from the dollar store bad, software good games.  There aren’t many.  The Smurfs love, to speak technically, to realize their equity, and so they trade chips back and[…]