A person might think that poker and football are a great combination, like Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. That person is wrong. The combination suffers from what I call the Mimosa Paradox. While orange juice and champagne appear to be a winning combination - mimosas are a brunch staple - the combination is an execrable waste of two perfectly fine drinks. Don’t let them fool you: take the Bloody Mary.
Why, then, would I host a poker tournament during the Super Bowl? Because I stopped really caring about football when the Vikings decided to spend December sucking. I didn’t care about the football this year and I’m not the guy who cares about the commercials (that is my friend Jim). So there you have it: a perfect excuse for poker and gluttony. And if something exciting happens in the game, I have TiVo.