 Jetlagged but back on the airwaves
I guess everyone knows the story of Goldilocks and the three bears. I suppose I’m not the only one who never had much use for Goldilocks, she was way too picky. I always had a huge amount of respect for the three bears, though. 
Q-School Triumph For Fenwick
It’s time for the third season of The Poker Show to start up again on www.thepokershowlive.com, also available from iTunes. I’ve spent the time off thinking about how to make the show better. That’s not quite true. I’ve spent most of the time off gambling on inane sports bets. That’s more accurate. It’s been important to readjust because, even though Seasons 1 and 2 of The Poker Show had a lot of success to build on, it’s hard to say it went like we expected. I expected a seamless three hours every night of live chatter, with the airwaves filled with every internet grinder globbing to get on the show and get their two cents in. What we got instead was a dedicated community who, though they enjoyed listening live and contributing via text and emails, weren’t so excited to talk on the radio while they were playing. We also found that even more people were happy enough to download the archived shows much later on if it turned out they missed anything good.
The problem with sifting through nine hours of fresh content a week to find something good is that it takes nine hours. So the idea for season three is for me to take the hit. I’m going to sift the nine hours for you. Season three of The Poker Show will still take nine hours to record, but each show will be condensed into an unmissable one hour jam packed caplet bursting with poker. That’s three hours per week. The only problem I’m facing so far is that now that I’ve stopped eating the big bear’s porridge it’s tough fitting into the little bear’s trousers. But I’ll get there.
I’m still jetlagged from three weeks in Vegas. Lifelagged is more like it. From the age of seventeen onward, not a year went by without me spending a significant chunk of time in Las Vegas, of between one month and three. You tell yourself it’s about the WSOP, and many times it is, but being there recently made me realize it’s much more than that. You see, last year I didn’t get to spend that time in Vegas I took a whole year off from the place and it really messed me up. Many poker players spend six weeks in Vegas every year without realizing why it’s so important.
A lot of things make Vegas great, but the best thing is the complete absence of obligation. Even when you go on a vacation there’s things you have to do, rules you have to follow. Bars close in other places, for example. You can’t get a steak at 4am in Cancun. They don’t bring you cucumber slices and icy washcloths in the sauna at 8am in the Canary Islands. People look at you funny when you wear a white suit and white shoes on a Tuesday anywhere else. But not in Vegas. Vegas is important because it takes all society’s rules that have been established everywhere else all the time and it laughs. I do love spending a good three weeks in Vegas.
Ian Frazer got the MVP award among the team who was out there for the duration, because he’s the guy who discovered the clams with chorizo at the oyster bar at the M Casino. Though there was a cab driver who I have to thank for alerting me to the cannolis at Babycake’s coffee shop.
The Premier League was simply the most fun seven days I’ve ever spent watching poker. The game of No Limit Hold’em is so alive it’s not funny. In three years we will all look like rocks. And thank god for that.
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