Full Tilt Poker was, to quote Obi Wan Kenobi, a wretched hive of scum and villainy. Under the stewardship of Howard Lederer and his squishy sidekick, Ray Bitar, Full Tilt Poker was a company that was, at best, horribly managed …
It seemed like a good idea at the time. I’d been overseas for about a year. I was missing home, missing Australia. A Southern Cross tattoo – yeah, I thought: that’s what I need. So I got the ink. That …
It is time for us here, from the objective distance of Making the Nut Headquarters in Australia, to discuss clearly and dispassionately the upcoming US elections. My calm and reasoned conclusion is this: Mitt Romney is a strange, greedy profiterole …
By Nick Tedeschi and Tim Napper
For most, having a bet involves a wager on the footy or an interest in the horses, a hand of blackjack, a scratch of a scratchy or a dip at the lotto jackpot. …
It’s the Grand Final. Bon Jovi has just belted out a livewire version of ‘Living on a Prayer’. The crowd is in rapture.
And there they come, the men of the Melbourne Storm (booooo), down the tunnel, out on to …
On any given day, I quite like the Rabbitohs. Indeed, they are my second favourite team. I like that they are one of only two remaining ‘foundation clubs’ in the game. I like that they have a working class history, …
Hollywood looks at me over the rim of his beer glass, “the problem is that you don’t have any gamble.”
Coming just a couple of hours after I busted from a five thousand dollar-entry poker tournament, I find the statement …
#1 Abraham Lincoln discovered England
As Opening Ceremonies often do, we were treated to the cliff notes for the history of the hosting country.
We began, of course, with a bucolic village on a verdant green. It was a lovely …
Ahh, the Southern Cross Club of Woden, Canberra. When you go to the Cross Club you can’t help but wonder if the management searched for a moment in time – 1989 perhaps – and decided that the club would never …
The wind blows across the snows of the Brindabellas, sending its icy currents down into the heart of Canberra. Biting into the lungs and leaving numb the extremities of hardened Raiders fans. Here they sit, the faithful, shivers running down …
