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, writing, and family, the coming…

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 uncomfortable. Players fidget.  This is…

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 forth in a kind of…