I’ll be in Vegas from Wednesday night for Blogs With Balls 2.0, pimping free-market idealism and a badass poker tournament at the Hard Rock on Friday night. So as far as tomorrow (Tuesday), and Wednesday are concerned, With Leather will be business as usual. Thursday and Friday will be a bit more expo-centric. We’ll have videos of the city and interviews with some of the other people that you read online every day, along with notes from Punte, Brandon, and Ufford (maybe) about getting drunk with a clown and losing a bunch of money on craps.
Until then, continue to enjoy the daily fare here, and keep sending tips to WithLeather-Tips@Uproxx.com. Thanks again for reading.
The new host of NBC’s “Face The Ace,” the latest game show where contestants play various poker stars in heads-up (one-on-one) Texas Hold’em. The former briefcase holder from Deal or No Deal (I don’t know what number case she held, but I bet it was 69! BOO-YAH, SUCKA!) is now who people look at between hands of cards, which is probably better than looking at Gavin Smith. By a lot. Anyway, we saw this, and found some more images of here, a few from here, and a few from all over. If there was a poker euphemism for self-puddery, I’d use it here. Maybe it’s on Masturbapedia, the totally awesome online jerkoff reference that only exists in my mind until I get the startup capital for it. Haha, “up.” Wait, that second one may not be her. Eh, it’s not like “Lil’ Punte” can tell the difference.
I feel like a real degenerate for not having posted any coverage of the World Series of Poker, which started earlier this month, but here’s a quick, almost-no-look recap of every story line coming out of the Las Vegas event: Wow, these young guns are impressive! Phil Ivey won another bracelet! Leo’s doing a poker movie! Daniel Negreanu was so close! Phil Hellmuth is kind of a dick! Brandi Hawbaker is still dead! Bor-ing.
Fortunately, Wicked Chops Poker is picking up our slack with an excellent gallery tag from the proceedings at the Rio Las Vegas. Surely you remember whatzername from SAN two weeks ago. And yeah, there might be too much coverage in our coverage (Xzibit would approve. Maybe), but there’s something about woman playing poker that really does it for me. I guess I’m just turned on by chicks that are good at math.
If you’re a degenerate gambler spawned from the Lascivious virtual concubines of online poker, you’ll appreciate this early EARLY version of what amazingly does pass as computer poker. It’s a post from the wonderfully nerdy vlog Chronogamer breaking down the game “Las Vegas Blackjack & Poker” from Intellivision. It hit the market in 1980, which makes the game older than many of you reading this.
Even as I can appreciate the work that goes into programming any sort of poker game, the sound design for the deal might be my favorite part. Too bad they didn’t take Neteller in those days.
|via Carbon Poker Blog|
When a bar patron is attacked with a meat cleaver, it might be time to address the level of violence in those locales. The liquor licensees of Melbourne, Australia, to their credit, have done so, but the fruits of their lout-corralling labor (labour, if you will) seem a bit farfetched. From Melbourne’s Herald-Sun:
After an extensive forum between Melbourne City Council and about 100 venue owners, Lord Mayor Robert Doyle said nightclubs and pubs would trial new initiatives to reduce violence on our streets.
Mr Doyle said anyone showing signs of trouble inside a venue would be shown a yellow card, warning them that if they didn’t settle down they would be removed from the building.
Mr Doyle said the trial of yellow cards would provide clear warnings to trouble-makers.
I’ve never seen anyone take a dive in a bar fight; I’d imagine we’re overdue for that. The tradeoff, however, is that while you’ve created a clear signal for inappropriate behaviour (it’s Australia, after all), you’ve also created an incentive. Troublemakers looking for validation will now have a clear target for their outlandishness. Plus, cards are dumb. But then, so are Australians. Not as dumb as the Vietnamese, but they’re in the neighborhood.
|as first seen on the limey Dirty Tackle|
No, that hed wasn’t a horrible pun, but we’ll have plenty of those later. Actually, the Toronto Blue Jays face a beer and liquor license suspension coincidentally after fan behavior took an unruly turn in the Jays’ opener yesterday against Detriot. Fans at the Rogers Centre littered the field with baseballs, paper planes, empty beer cups, and old copies of Jagged Little Pill. Okay, I made that last one up. Either way, there will be no hooch at tonight’s game, per order of the Alcohol and Gaming Commission of Ontario:
The panel cited five broken rules at baseball and football games and concerts dating to the Canadian Football League championship game in 2007. The stadium will also be dry on April 21 when Toronto plays Texas, and for a CFL game on Aug. 1.
Both affected baseball games fell on dates when the price of upper deck seats was cut to $4, a promotion called “Messin’ With Recession.” The ban covers everything from concessions, vendors and restaurants to the beer refrigerators in both locker rooms.
Signs posted Tuesday at stadium entrances listed five reasons for the license suspension: permitting drunkenness, permitting the use of narcotics, selling and serving to apparent minors, failure to request approved identification and permitting illegal liquor on the premises.
It’s hard to believe that the province of Ontario would force people to watch baseball sober. That just reeks of cruel and unusual punishment to me. Not that would expect any different from a cadre of pinko socialists. But the liquor ban taking effect right after a game like that, is that true irony? Or is that Alanis Morrisette irony, which really isn’t irony at all? And to think that Dave Coulier actually hit that…
