On Sunday I played for 6 hours at the MGM Grand poker room, not by any means a long session for me. They have a cheap, primitive, non-swivel, non-adjustable chair, the designers of which deserve to be publicly flogged. Today my buttock muscles were sore for the first time in the 10 years that I've been playing poker in Las Vegas. I'm walking around like I've shat myself.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Poker Hall of Shame IX
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Their "temporary" moves seem to last forever.
That's not exactly conducive to wanting to go back.
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