Party Poker Blog

Not much to say here unless I wanted to wax poetic about politics, which I'm not going to do on this here humble poker blog. Been there, done that.

But I'm compelled to report that I have actually been playing poker semi-regular the last week. I'd purposefully avoided the tables after the WSOP but am now back in the thick of things.

More forthcoming on this.

But for now I found this job ad I may have to reply to:

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I've been trying to think of ways to spice up my life. I'm 35 years old, happily married with two kids and I have a good job in insurance. But somethings missing. I feel like I'm old before my time. I need to inject some excitement into my daily routine through my arm before its too late. I need a challenge, something to get the adrenaline pumping again. An addiction would be nice, but, in short, I need a nemesis. I'm willing to pay $350 up front for you services as an arch enemy over the next six months. Nothing crazy. Steal my parking space, knock my coffee over, trip me when Im running to catch the BART and occasionaly whisper in my ear, "Ahha, we meet again". That kind of thing. Just keep me on my toes. Complacency will be the death of me. You need to have an evil streak and be blessed with innate guile and cunning. You should also be adept at inconsicuous pursuit. Evil laugh preferred. Send me a photo and a brief explanation why you would be a good nemesis.


British accent preferred.


* it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
* Compensation: $350 up front

I've been watching some of the ESPN WSOP poker coverage. Just finished episode one of the Scotty Nguyen & Michael DeMichele hilarity in the HORSE tourney.

So they showed David Singer for a bit, a fellow I played with for a while. Very smart guy, even for an environmental lawyer turned poker pro.

He wore giant silver rings on all of his fingers. I almost asked him about them a million times.

I figured he was someone famous by the way the ESPN camera crews followed him around.

Somehow the table got to talking about movies and I ended up asking David the classic mob movie question, "Goodfellas or Godfathers?"

To which he replied, "Neither, I don't watch that violent stuff."

Oh the humanity.

Sometimes I get funny emails. Sometimes not.

But an ex-colleague and friend of mine just sent a very witty email to my boss about all sorts of strange things. But this was how he ended it. With some goofy thoughts about yours truly:

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Has Iggy landed a show on Discovery Channel yet?

I'm told he's floating a few ideas and will pursue any one of the following if he gets a green light.

Bum Whisperer: Iggy is the Jane Goodall of the homeless.

Liquor in the front, Poker in the rear: We give Iggy a deck of cards, roll of quarters and bar of soap to see if he can make it to WSOP. He does -- with soap to spare.

Friday Night Fights: Iggy pairs up average citizens with pro MMA fighters. Hijinks ensue.

Smoke 'em if you got 'em: This one's a bit more controversial, but Iggy is the Andrew Bourdain of tobacco and travels the world finding new things to smoke.

These were the first few ideas he sketched out I'm told.