I'm just home from a week in Las Vegas — my first trip back since moving from there to North Carolina almost four years ago.
Through my local tavern poker club, I had won entry into two tournaments at the "World Tavern Poker Open" at the Orleans Hotel and Casino, the semi-annual series at which they crown their national champions. A week of doing pretty much nothing but poker resulted in some observations and stories that I'll turn into my next few articles for PokerNews.
One tournament hand gave me a dilemma that reminded me of an episode of the great sitcom Taxi from the late 1970s to early 1980s.