Everybody has a favorite version of Elvis: the hip-swivellin’ 1950s hep-cat, the swarmy good ‘ol boy of his many second rate films, the leather-clad comeback kid of 1968, the sequined-suited star of Vegas, and, sadly, the fat bloated disaster of the late ‘70s before he met his maker, 35 years ago today. My particular favorite is the post-comeback Vegas Elvis of 1970 as heard … [Read more...] about Song Of The Day by Eric Berman – “I Just Can’t Help Believing” by Elvis Presley
Las Vegas
UNC – Kentucky and Las Vegas, Quite A Combo
Normally, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, or so says the clever marketing campaign. Unless that happens to be one of the best non-conference college basketball games that didn't take place in a March tournament setting. I had waffled on attending this game, but finally decided to cover it and secured a credential, flight, and hotel for the weekend. A friend and UNC … [Read more...] about UNC – Kentucky and Las Vegas, Quite A Combo
The End of the Streak, and an Arizona Road Trip
The ongoing adventures of Steve Leventhal in Las Vegas 2012 Day One | Day Two | Day Three | Day Four/Five/Six Day Four Finally, at long last the drought is over. Or as White Sox announcer Ken Harrelson would exclaim, “The drought is ovah.” At 1:15 PM PT, I was finally in possession of a winner’s share of a prize pool. It wasn’t substantial, but it was more cash than I … [Read more...] about The End of the Streak, and an Arizona Road Trip
The Bubble Boy in the City of Lost Wages
Day One | Day Two | Day Three | Day Four/Five/Six part three of my odyssey in Sin City "The Bubble Boy" That is the one distinction that no poker player wants, yet I was one yesterday. The bubble boy is the moniker given to the unfortunate player who is the last one ousted from a tourney before the remaining players are “in the money.” I’ve heard players say they’d … [Read more...] about The Bubble Boy in the City of Lost Wages
Day Two: Welcome to the World Series of Poker
Day One | Day Two | Day Three | Day Four/Five/Six Day Two: After a semblance of sleep, the effect of yesterday’s gastric tidal wave a fading memory, I set off for the Rio in search of tournament glory. The first hurdle was getting to the Rio, home of the WSOP. After trekking all the way to Bally’s to catch the shuttle bus, I found out that the buses don’t begin hauling … [Read more...] about Day Two: Welcome to the World Series of Poker