Archive for 'Stuff'
“In Poland there’s an inn, in Poland there’s an inn” You get in the elevator (“lift” to the Brits) at the Warsaw Hyatt, and right there, engraved into the door jamb, is the name “Schindler”. I have a confession to make: I’ve never seen the movie Schindler’s List. Whenever I’ve seen a movie (or play) [...]
Before bad knees and Benson & Hedges got to me, I used to play a lot of football. But about ten years ago, I had to stop. I simply couldn’t compete with younger, keener opponents. They kept on coming, those kids, leaving me wheezing and red-faced in their wake. So I put my muddy Nikes [...]
The phone rang. It was my friend T. “Have you heard?” he asked. Whenever a New York poker player asks me if I’ve heard, I know that he is about to tell me some bad news. Poker is illegal in the big bad city, which means that the clubs are targets for both cops and [...]
Cardinal Beaufort, Bishop of Winchester, was check-raising the Duke of Somerset. The Earl of Salisbury was mulling a bet from Sir Humphrey Stafford, whose brother Sir William was staring down My Lord of Say. Boy, was this was some unusual poker tournament. At the dinner break, bread and soup (with a dash of vodka) was served [...]
It’s not going so hot. In the last two tournaments I’ve played in I’ve had my aces in the hole busted / cracked / spat upon / knifed / shot / strangled at birth. The elation of seeing them was nothing to the pain of watching them crash and burn – once on the flop [...]
The rain had soaked through my hat and had my shirt clinging to my chest. But it was a warm southwest Virginia summer rain, and like the fly rod ad says, “Rain delays are for baseball games.” So my cousin Roald Kirby and I stood out there in Fox Creek, on his property in Grayson [...]