Archive for: March, 2015

e=mc2 by Gianna Gragnani

My ex-girlfriend did a painting for me and wrote a poem on the back that I thought I’d share with everyone… I’m going to try and get a photo of the painting because it’s one of the coolest things I own. The Confused E=MC2A confused man once told me that everythingis relative and paintingsheld a…

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Chilling with Bobby Brawford…

Hanging out in my Reno room playing some cards with Robert “Dead Money” Crawford, from Tucson AZ. I used to play in Phoenix when I was a little younger… that place rocks. Gila River Casino used to give away all sorts of money in their tournaments… not sure if they do any more. They might…

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AIMless in Reno

I’ve been at a real loss about what to do with my life sans-the-girl. I’m thinking of all sorts of possibilities. One thing is for sure, though (222). I’m going to be at Tuft’s University for their poker championship on April 7th – 10th. A bunch of really cool cats are all vying for the…

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If you don’t succeed… you will succee

That’s an old english-chinese saying. Turns out if you take the “d” off of succeed than it means something pretty bad in chinese. The equivilent of “eat shit”. That’s how I feel recently. I had another bout with the big BP. Even taking my medicine… seeing the doctors… didn’t turn out to be enough. Gianna…

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What Would Jimmy Do?

It’s funny how every time you think life can’t get any worse, it does. Tuesday was a rough day. I had driven up to San Jose to play the $10k Shooting Stars tournament. I chilled with Scotty and Danny. Got breakfast with my buddy Red. Then played my heart out for a whole hour and…

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Get Your Eyes Off My Prize

In San Jose now gearing up for the tournament. I’m approaching this one a little differently. Instead of shooting for first (which is a little greedy), I’m shooting for second. And if I win it, it’ll be a pleasant suprise. Last night I hung out with Danny and Scotty. I met Danny in LA when…

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Day Two at Club One

I think I understand why Phil Hellmuth cries when he gets knocked out of an event. It’s very important, I think, to truly believe that you will win every event you play. Or if not that you *WILL* win, at least that you *CAN* win. Yesterday, I believed it… which is what makes it so…

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Made it to Day 2

The Fresno tournament ended up getting pretty close to 300 players. We played down to 80 before breaking for the day. Suprise, suprise… it only took four hours. We start again at noon tomorrow. I have over 60k in chips, and average is something like 37k. Hooray for me! Made a few cool moves, including…

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In the Arena

I think a poker tournament is a lot like throwing a bunch of gladiators into a ring and seeing what happens. I’m getting ready for a $330 tournament in Fresno that’s expecting 300 entrants. It’s the minor leagues, and the structure sheet is pretty bad… you start with 10k in chips, but after two hours…

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Near Death Experience

I forgot about something crazy that happened last night. Bobby and I were driving back to Fresno on a state highway. It was only a two-lane highway, but the speed limit was 65. It’s nighttime and we’re coming over this hill when we see two sets of headlights coming our way. One of the cars…

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