The Super Bowl in Vegas: How I lost $2500 on EVERY wager in a week.
Do you believe in karma? That everything happens for a reason and our bad deeds come speeding back at us on the boomerang of life? Nobody knows for sure, but it’s always good to keep a clean slate. Unfortunately, I still enjoy fucking with strangers. Counting some indiscretions, my lifetime slate of karma still remains above board. Maybe, though, I deserved an eight day streak of poor luck in sin city. Fortunately, the bad luck only involved money. I can get over that. But I can’t get over the fact that NOTHING went my way. Eight days of mostly 12 hour sessions at the poker tables, and I didn’t win a single day. That fact alone is worth a story. And it all begins at JFK airport enroute to Vegas… Frank Gags and I were flying in January 2009. The day before the Super bowl and less than 2 weeks after Captain Sully’s heroic crash landing into the Hudson. The event was still fresh in everyone’s mind. The boomerang began here as I nearly peed myself laughing on the plane. Glancing out on the...