On a random night after work, with nothing to lose and a little change in my pocket going jing-a-ling-a-ling, I found myself with a hankering to play some cards. Next stop: Hard Rock Casino poker room.
I no longer profess to be the poker whiz of old when I was frequenting rather profitable house games three to four nights a week. A steady job has made an honest man out of me… but don’t be confused. I can still hold my own on the felt.