This is the official site of the Tuesday Night Poker club of NYC.  Here we will store news, commentary, photos, and the general history of our madcap escapades each and every Tuesday night. This site will be a virtual scrapbook and permanent online documentary of our adventures in gambling arguing and drunkeness.

Lead Story.  March 6, 2001

È Una Cospirazione!

Uno scandalo è rivelato nel nostro gioco di schedi.

Corruption and scandal has gripped the game.  A complex  heist  involving an international tripartite, was perpetrated on unsuspecting poker players last night.  The two primary figures in this criminal triumvirate, Hank and Michelob (nee: Niccolo), a mysterious house guest of Italian persuasion, conspired to cheat the other players using a complex series of signals, distractions and the incorporation of the unsuspecting "patsy", Koneo, to cover their tracks. 

The scam worked like this.  First, Hank convinced Dano to make Lasagna from scratch.  With Dano distracted, Hank sets up the table with his Yerpean confederate across from him and seated beside Koneo.  As the game wore on, Michelob began losing money profusely.  Koneo, the good Samaritan, began offering advice to Michelob on poker strategy.  This, of course, gave the remaining players reason to expect further and wider losses from that end of the table.  However, perhaps to even his own surprise, Koneo's advice worked and Michelob began to win a hand or two.

While the players attention was firmly concentrated to the opposite end of the table, Hank quietly amassed a pile of chips and cash rarely seen at our table.  Using his "Italo-Koneo Connection" as a rouse, the lasagna as a carbohydrate coma inducer, and a repetitive mind-numbing soundtrack of "cry me a river", "Hanky the Weasel" as he is known amongst his La Cosa Nostra circles, lulled the other players into emptying their wallets.  It worked brilliantly and Hank retired to his second floor aerie with 116 reasons to laugh himself to sleep.  

Watch your back, Hank, we're on to your scam. And check your bed for horse heads tonight because our game doesn't take corruption of this kind lightly.  Vendetta, Hanky, VENDETTA!!! (story: Felt,  photos: Redcard)