Mike "C." Bucuvalas, in a familiar pensive pose, will host this week.
Cartoonist Stan Mack visited our game in the winter of 2001; his strip ran in the Westchester section of the New York Times on January 7, 2002. Click here for full-size rendering.
First, look at the…
Tax lawyers are…
This game is dealt…
I've got to finish…
High-low game. Bike…
Pursuant to the…
I have only a vague…
I don't wanna. —…
Like he just said,…
Yeah, yeah. I know.…
Results of survey…
Pineapple — Ananas…
High low game. Best…
This is the official weblog of Tower Ridge Poker Cronies, established Spring, 1997 (Or thereabouts. Who's counting? Besides Wolff.)
Jennifer Leventhal mentioned our game in an article titled "Poker Fever" for Westchester Magazine in May 2005. And Stan Mack chronicled a night in the life of the Cronies in the New York Times in January 2002. Since then, we've kept a low profile lest some brigands decide to stick us up for the pot which, on one occasion, got as high as $37.45.
Mike "Cookie Monster" Bucuvalas reports that he is ready, willing and exceedingly able to cater to your every gustatory and card-playing predilection at 40 Southgate this week. Well just about. "I've decided to draw the line at moose cock," he tells this reporter exclusively. Enjoy. I shall be…
Jason is hosting. Regular time. Regular day. There will be a quorum. Wolf will be late and want to go mano a mano with Stein at 12:05 a.m., who will respond with a story about his adolescence. Art will moan repeatedly. Bobby will yawn repeatedly. Petey will say, "you goin' against me?" at least…
The mules refused to do any work in this heat, nobody's posting anything to boisenberryfanatics.com and the VHS tape of Pedro beating the Yankees finally snapped. So Art decided to cruise the Web and has filed this report:
"We've all been regaled by Dennis' tales of his woebegotten youth but how…
Of course you haven't. That's because Mr. Met ...
is one and the same person as Mr. Wolf ...
and they will be hosting this week at 1 Scenic Drive. Don't miss the historic occasion.
Jay "The Slim Guy" Roif, having hurled three gems in a row in various softball leagues, figures he's on a winning streak. Having consulted with his advisors, trainers, business managers, consiglieres and gurus, he is convinced that the stars are properly aligned for hosting a game of competitive…
On second thought, I've got to be back here 11 a.m. Thursday for an important appointment (racquetball with the professor). I'll host.
Informed sources tell me that there was yet another contretemps over the "low card in your hand is wild for you" parameters that almost led to derringers being drawn after my departure last week. I figured I better clear the matter up. Again. But I couldn't be 100% sure of what the resolution was…
The bad? Well, as you know, George spends half his years gaming us and the other half bribing officials, dodging taxes and, in general, bringing the Greek economy to its knees. He is, if all went according to plan, embarking on the latter mission this week. His drachmas will be missed.
The good?…
To honor Herr Wolf's hosting gig this week, I pored over ancient texts in the New York Public Library, talked to off-duty bartenders throughout the region, consulted a guru high upon Mount Taurus and dug deep into the Arpanet for an appropriate tale — one that the master of punditry might himself…
I was out and about in the village tonight and ran into Jason whooping it up at the Chinese takeout. He was ecstatic over winning the regular season scoring title in the Ultimate Matzoh Balls League, where he is a wiry, three-point shooting point guard for the Forest Hills Unleaveneds.
I asked him…
A.L., a founding member of TRPC, has been known to travel by dog sled to get to a game. And then to daringly bet the dog against the pot in Wild Card Hazy. In his dreams.
That's all we want, right? A chance. An opportunity. Five bucks worth of chips (unless you're P. Wolf; in that case, ten). A seat at the table. And there may be plenty tomorrow.
Geoff "Slow Play B---" S. may or may not be slow-circling Newark.
Mike B. may or may not still be on the mountaintip…
Wow. What a creative crew. Good thing I'm studying for my personal trainer certification because the competition in the writing field is getting wicked out there. Among the articles published by our brothers in the last week alone:
The game was in jeopardy for lack of a venue this week but each and every one of us came through, in our own way, in an outpouring of half-hearted support.
"You're all welcome up here, as always," Art of the Deal dials in on the party line, "but the stagecoach only runs every three hours."
"Don't…
Dr. M. Foxman has just returned from a piscatory expedition bearing a jar of anchovies, an Arctic char (purchased at Pisacano's on South Broadway) and a song he learned around the campfire whilst downing Utica Clubs with the boys. It is called the Boogaloo Song, and here's a film of him singing it…
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