Category Archives: Poker

I take on the New York Times (results unknown)

I try not to let my profession creep into this blog much. I spend plenty of time thinking and talking about poker as it is. I’d much rather focus on picking, family, trout fishing, the Blue Ridge mountains, and travel. But my profession has bumped me into a public discussion with a writer at the New York Times; I thought that was worth mentioning.

A reporter named Janet Morrissey recently wrote a piece for the Times about the current state of online poker. The material in it is nothing new to those of us in the poker world (or our friends and families, I imagine). However, as part of the article, she quoted a representative of “Focus on the Family”. To be sure I’m not misstating her intent, I’ll set it out exactly as it was formatted in the article:

Chad Hills, who analyzes the gambling industry for Focus on the Family, says the skill-versus-chance argument is nonsense. True, players can improve their game with practice and so on — but the cards ultimately determine who wins and who loses.

Not even the best players “can tell you what the next card flipped over is going to be,” Mr. Hills says. “If you regulate it, you’re cracking the door open for one of the largest expansions of gambling ever in the history of the United States.”

This is typical of FotF “thinking”, but I was disappointed that she published it as simply a counter-argument to the “poker is a game of skill” position. I even said that in a post on the 2+2 forums. Then things got interesting. Ms. Morrissey actually posted in the 2+2 thread to defend herself against claims that the article was poorly written. One of the participants pointed to my post and said, “What do you say to Lee’s point?” She replied here, saying, in part:

Any reputable journalist will look at all sides of an issue – the good, the bad and the ugly – and listen to all sides in the debate – before writing an article. I realize many of you are passionate about your cause and dislike FOF. But suggesting we ignore or leave out Mr. Hills’ views in the article isn’t realistic when writing an objective story. Likewise, it would be wrong to list his arguments and not yours.

That was more than I could take. She seemed to be saying that her job, as a journalist, was to simply state the two sides’ positions as essentially equivalent opinions and then step away. I fired back here. My key message:

I’m not a journalism professor and don’t claim to be an authority of any sort in the field. But isn’t journalism more than simply stating the claims of two opposing sides of an argument? Don’t you have a responsibility to tease apart fact from opinion from pure political hand-waving?

This is further proof that journalism in the U.S. has sunk to a new low, and yet again, we must turn to The Economist for decent reporting. They picked up on her story and set the facts right here, God bless ‘em.

 

A quarter century – and counting…

I don’t do well at cleaning out bookshelves. It’s not so much that I mind getting rid of books – I find it liberating to remove a “thing” from my life, and, if I’m not reading the book, then put it back in circulation where somebody else might. An unread book, like an unplayed musical instrument, sort of offends my sensibilities.

But there I was, trying to find space in the bookshelf for a new acquisition or two, when I decided to thumb through some old picture albums. As you might imagine, my productivity promptly plummeted to near-zero.  In one, I found this picture, dated February of 1986.

The beginning of a new career

Oddly, almost exactly a quarter century in the past. It was the first meeting of what would become fondly known as the Kelp Kard Klub. My dad had taught my brother and me poker when we were little kids, but I’d never played the game very much. Learning that casino poker was legal in California rekindled my interest in the game and I had begun discussing poker with my friend and IBM colleague, Joe Burfoot (front-left of the image) after deciding that profitable blackjack was too hard. [1]

We gathered some friends at my house in south San Jose and had our first evening of semi-serious poker. The games became quite regular, and the Kelp Kard Klub continued off and on for almost two decades until 2005, when I moved overseas. In fact, the Kelp Kard Klub chip set, which I willed to near-founding member Steve Adelman, is presumably still at his house.

Anyway, 25 years after that first home game, I’m still an avid home game participant; I’ve played in 8-10 different home games in the Asheville area, played in one this past Monday and will be playing in one Friday night. It’s still my favorite way in the world to play poker.

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[1] Some years later, I would be disabused of that notion, but that’s a story for a different time and place.

Why it’s okay to be at the WSOP

People often get envious that I’m spending two weeks in Las Vegas during the World Series of Poker. That’s because they’ve never spent two weeks in Las Vegas during July. I am away from home and Lisa and that is no fun at all.

Sure, I get to play poker, but hell, I could play as much poker if I were in Asheville, and there’s no bluegrass music or trout fishing here.

No, there’s pretty much one reason why it’s okay to be out here for two weeks: the people.

Many friends I don’t see except during the WSOP and a handshake or hug with them is the highlight of my time here.

As I write this, I’m sitting in the media room at the WSOP. Two rows in front of me sit Brad Willis, Howard Swain, Stephen Bartley, Mad Harper, and Lina Olofsson. Brad is the chief American blogger for PokerStars and the others are the spine of PokerStars’ European blogging team. I spent untold hours with them when I was with the European Poker Tour; I miss them awfully. So sitting here seeing them in front of their Macbook Pros tells me that God is in his heaven and all is right with the world.

Left to right: Stephen, Howard, Brad

Lina and Mad

This trip is especially fun because some of my Asheville poker buddies are out here, so when I get time away from the job, there’s always somebody to share a meal or a poker table with. That’s invaluable.

I also to get to visit with old PokerStars colleagues who are in town for the WSOP (or in one case, moved back to Las Vegas to live).

Russ, Jeanne, and Richard at the 2+2 party

Jesse Frazier (from Asheville) and I even got into our Sunday best and went to the big party for Doyle Brunson at a fancy nightclub at the Wynn. It was fun until the place got so crowded you literally couldn’t walk across the room. But until then, we enjoyed mingling with the A-list crowd and acting like we actually belonged.

Lee and Jesse at the Doyle's Room party. Ship the red carpet

Frankly, you can take this city and toss it over the Hoover Dam into Lake Mead for all I care. The overpriced food, surly cabbies, dazed tourists, Faustian heat, hard women – all of it.

But once a year, the magnet of the WSOP attracts, like moths to a flame, a certain circle of my friends, and I wouldn’t miss seeing them for the world.

Lee, Pat, Kenny, Steve, Tom, and Jesse. The AVL basement game relocated to LAS