Los Angeles, CA
Recovering from a post-March Madness gambling hangover and bender. I had a rough Saturday, but ended the four-day binge with a highly profitable Sunday. I'll whip up a hearty post tomorrow. Let me shake out the cobwebs with a link dump...
Vicky Coren is a fantastic storyteller. I thoroughly enjoyed her recent column for The Observer titled Society spectres are back at the feast. Vicky conjured up memories of hysterical stories about my father and his brothers crashing funerals in New Jersey in the early 1950s in search of free booze. On Saturdays, they'd put on suits, drive around from town to town, looking up the services and wake announcements in local newspapers. If the deceased had an Italian last name, they'd be eating lots of great food and drinking wine. If the deceased was Irish, then they hit the lottery. (The Guardian)That's it for now. See ya tomorrow.
Shamus eloquently navigates the murky legal waters of online poker. If you don't know, there will be no more delays for the UIEGA, which will officially go into effect on June 1st. (Hard-Boiled Poker)
If Shaniac were Catholic, then he's be the reincarnation of St. Francis of Assisi. I'm impressed that Shaniac can heal wounded animals with a single touch of the hand while grinding (and winning) EPT satellites. (Can't Miss What You Can't Measure)
St. Shaniac of Assisi
Mike Wise is one of my favorite sportswriters. We used to play cards together back in the day when he wrote for the NY Times. Anyway, he sounded off on a couple of topics in recent columns: 1) Why a 96-team bracket will never work... and 2) Analyzing Alex Ovechkin. (Washington Post)
I forgot to plug Change100's recent post about American Idol... Rolling Stones Week. She convinced me to bet on the chick with dreadlocks to win the damn thing. (Pot Committed)