Rick now plays his favorite game where it was meant to be played: under the bright, neon lights, along the boulevard of broken dreams, and among the most beautiful and popular poker rooms in the world. There, he quickly learned what Las Vegas, and a commitment to poker teaches everyone eventually: the cards don’t care who you are, only what you do when they’re turned face up.

Over the years he's learned to keep meticulous records, trusts math but listens to instinct. Rick understands patience the way seasoned players understand pain — as something you endure now so you can collect later. He studies, adapts, and waits patiently. He doesn’t chase losses. He lets other players do that for him.

Rick studies poker relentlessly, he knows his leaks and that his biggest opponent is often himself. He writes about poker the way he plays it — simple, honest, laced with humor and just dangerous enough to keep things interesting. He knows luck has a seat at every table, but skill decides who gets to stay and pay the rent, month after month. When he’s not playing cards, Rick writes about poker, thinks about poker, or explains poker using phrases that sound suspiciously like life advice. Not simply a "one-trick pony" though, he has other things and interests he spends his time at, which is explained, in part, below.

Favoring small-stakes, No-Limit Texas Hold’em, Rick respects the legends, and maintains that hoodies, sunglasses, the chatty Cathies, and bad beat stories are all needless distractions to his favorite game. His motto is simple and timeless: