The No Limit Poker Blog
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 in the player pool and…
I am a workaholic. I am so happy about this development, so grateful. All my life, whether from circumstance or cynicism, I’ve held jobs that did not truly engage me, no matter how interesting or uninteresting, well-paying or penurious, easy or hard. Finally, as a poker player, I look forward to my job. Like the…
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 $20 he lost out on…
Thanks to Red Chip Poker I have bumped up my flight to Vegas from a flight accommodating a short family visit and a concurrent $1000 NL paper chase, to a free lotto ticket in the so-called Colossus reentry marathon beginning May 29. The four starting flights of this inaugural tourney will be spread over two…
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…
“I’m all in.” The Pedo’s tone was soft. The board read 8h7d2h4c. I had three bet the somewhat mindless UTG player with nines, and Pedo, ever hopeful, ready to gamble and more concerned with his rambling sports betting conversation, had carelessly overcalled, inquiring about the amount later, inducing Runhot Guy in the corner to call,…
It has been exactly one year since I turned in my resignation, with expectation and fear, to my stooped and broken employer. This man, a wreck of charisma, ambition, paranoia, and dietary oblivion, had been one of a few strong reasons I had stayed, myself an overripe, bored, and mostly useless symbol of past organizational…