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I have to admit to being surprised at the numbers that have turned out for the WSOP main event, but really I shouldn’t be. Because I remember standing in the Pavilion room at the Rio only last year and listening to the crickets, which is exactly what it sounds like when three thousand people are all in a room playing tournament poker and the only noise is the clacking of the chips. A...Jake Cody: The party only comes after yo...
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Two weeks ago the weather in Las Vegas was a balmy 84 degrees. Yesterday the thermometer tipped 108 and rising. You could fry an egg in Las Vegas, and plenty of peoples bankrolls.
Everybody always has the happiest dreams and the best of intentions on their way into town. Las Vegas beckons like a warming embrace. The town glitters with promise and gold. The WSOP offers fame,...
Learn the mental game of poker...
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Tilt-A-Whirl
Tilt. Steaming. Out of control, the bonkers monster. By any name, tilt is not a good thing for a poker player. And until now, it’s been mostly misunderstood.
In his new book, mental game coach Jared Tendler deconstructs tilt to its vital elements and provides a recipe for combating the plague.
This is no psychobabble, this is no man sitting on a leather couch in an ivory...
Roberto Romanello: Happy to share in his...
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It was really some kind of party. Every dealer, floor person, and half of the staff of the casino spilled across the lobby of the Hotel Kampinski Bratislava at 4am.
Mad Marvin Rettenmeier was banging out tunes on the piano while crooning in his silky voice.
The kitchen was opened and steaks were served. Beer, vodka, brandy, and cigars, they were all there. Roberto Romanello was happy to...
A tough way to make an easy living and o...
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Then nothing else tastes as sweet.
Breaktime in Bratislava
I love a good break. There’s only usually one fifteen minute break every two hours of a major poker tournament, and when that clock reaches zero the players all rise as one and start to mass, stream, and mill. All you hear is people talking about hands.
Mike Sexton is at the bar shaking his head in bewilderment. “The guy...
This is the way poker was meant to be wa...
Whatever it is that prompted 555 souls to come to Vienna and create the largest WPT field in the history of Europe, every single one of them are glad they came. Maybe it was down to the efforts of the Montesino Cardroom. With three bars, two lounges, about four different poker areas and a beautiful outdoor patio all sprawled across the top floor of a peopled shopping zone, the...Negreanu: I’m old beaten up Rocky ...
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Yo Adrian!!
Daniel Negreanu has never made a secret of his love for Rocky movies. For years, he’s followed a ritual of staying on his couch the day before the main event of the WSOP kicks off and watching every Rocky movie back to back.
So it’s no surprise to hear Daniel compare himself to the boxer in light of his upcoming online match against the most feared heads up player in...
Sam Trickett: It’s like Rounders isn...
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“I chuckled to myself and thought, ‘I’m playing Johnny Chan heads up. It’s like Rounders isn’t it?’… And then I stacked him.”
What a picture. What a dream. What a thing to be your life, but for British poker player Sam Trickett, that’s his reality these days.
Two years ago a well-regarded but struggling British pro who was virtually unknown on the international...
Peter Eastgate: I’ve been on kind of a...
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We all know the questions. Why am I here? What should I do? And what is the purpose of life? Thankfully, most of us put those questions in a box and worry instead about paying the rent.
Because the last thing we need is to be sitting at home, shivering, and facing the void. There’s no use anyway. After going around in circles for a while, you hear a poker game that calls your...
Surinder Sunar: You’d need seven pages...
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I was standing at the bar in the Holland Casino in Amsterdam and my legs were wobbling. This is about fifteen years ago, but the memory is solidly etched in my mind. Surinder Sunar was telling me the words he lives by.
Surinder, it seems, had a grandfather who lived in the north of India and at the time of this tale his grandfather was 107 years old. Between traveling the world...
