Poker is the new Tribeca: prime media real estate. It is on TV at least three nights a week, and prominently featured in the slicks, where articles trumpeting the poker craze seem to be mandatory front-of-the-book content. (At this rate, Regis should be hosting his own poker show by year’s end.)
I first played poker Read More
The Hollywood maxim should go like this: When your agent laughs at you, leave town. I know it firsthand. The place: Nate ‘n Al’s in Beverly Hills. The setting: an early-morning strategy session between me and my partner, Levien, and our agent. But the conversation never gets going. Each time the agent starts to talk Read More
The other night I’m playing full-court hoops at the Sports
Club/LA under the 59th Street Bridge. They have pickup games there every night,
and this time I’m guarding the Litigator. We’re all calling him that because
his T-shirt features a three-piece-suit-wearing, briefcase-carrying alligator
of the same name. The Litigator is not fast, but when he Read More
You’d need a bolt-cutter to get into the Mayfair Club now, where once all you needed was an introduction from a regular. It was a carpet joint, the last classed-up poker room in a city that used to be lousy with them. I got my introduction from a guy named Scott, who played in the Read More
