from the lounge
My wife is a little unsteady as she smokes the Nat Sherman 85th Anniversary, a cigar significantly larger and stronger than the ones she usually enjoys. Of course, she's already thoroughly savored the Nat Sherman Sterling with a glass of cabernet. We're at an event dubbed "Gathering of Cigar Enthusiasts." It's a cigar dinner. You remember those, don't you?
I was standing at the bar waiting for Bill Murray to arrive. The famous actor who once graced the cover of Cigar Aficionado was slated to play bartender at the grand opening of a new watering hole in Brooklyn called 21 Greenpoint. But an hour into the event on Saturday night, the comedic giant was nowhere to be found. Bill Murray was late.
Nobody seemed surprised. 21 Greenpoint is owned by Homer Murray—Bill Murray's son—and the establishment has a decidedly easygoing vibe. The new bar replaces Homer Murray's previous drink spot, River Styx, which closed in August for a brief hibernation before opening again last weekend with a new name, new look and an improved menu. The elder Murray offered to help tend bar last Friday and Saturday night during the invite-only grand opening celebration. The event kicked off at 7 p.m. each evening, but it was closer to 8 on Saturday when Bill finally strolled into the bar wearing a white linen blazer and an easy smile on his face.
Last year, Bill McBeath made the kinds of promises that you expect from a newly installed president-CEO at a Las Vegas casino. Brought in by the Blackstone Group, the new owners of Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas, McBeath expressed a desire to go on an ambitious tear. He talked about upgrading the gambling experience, putting in new high-end suites, taking big action and doing a general upgrade of a spot known for being luxe and cool but not much of a draw for serious high-rollers.
A little bit more than a year after we conversed, McBeath has been true to his word—and then some.
First came President Obama. Then Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones. And now Vin Diesel and the cast and crew of the smash movie franchise Fast and Furious have turned Havana upside down.
It seems that everyone is talking about the production team filming Fast 8 this week in Cuba; about the 75 vintage and beautifully restored (by Cubans) American cars that were cast in the movie; about the flashy black helicopter carrying a huge camera that is buzzing the city; about the massive traffic jams created by the closing of the Malecón, the stunning seaside boulevard that separates Havana from the ocean and has served as the street set for several scenes being shot this week.
President Obama just embarked upon a historic trip to Cuba, becoming the first American president to do so since Calvin Coolidge in 1928. While both sides of the political aisle can debate the virtue of such a trip, it is important to highlight some underlying issues that frame the discussions that are taking place.
First, there should be a commitment to advance political reform and civil liberties for the Cuban people as we pursue economic and trade relations. Congress should thoroughly review issues of human rights and personal freedom in Cuba as they are advancing any of over a dozen pieces of filed legislation intended to normalize relations.
Five years ago, I wrote a story for Cigar Aficionado that focused on guys who managed to win six-figure sums by playing fantasy football. At the time, online poker thrived and offshore sports books operated with little interference. In that environment, fantasy football came off as one more opportunity for gambling at your computer. I expected it to be a fringe player in the online wagering world. I could not have been more wrong.
As was blasted on the cover of Fortune magazine this week, fantasy-sports betting has since turned into a multi-billion dollar industry, headed by DraftKings and FanDuel. But, soon after Fortune hit newsstands, the sites garnered other headlines for all the wrong reasons: Employees personally winning hundreds of thousands of dollars, premature leaking of information, and New York Attorney General Eric Schneiderman questioning the legality of the entire concept.
Jason Day's decisive and emotional victory in the PGA Championship at Whistling Straits last Sunday brought to a resounding close one of the most compelling and dynamic championship seasons in history.
With the extraordinary prodigy Jordan Spieth as his playing partner the final day, and with the grand Lake Michigan waterfront course framing every shot, Day played both confidently and flawlessly on his way to an all-time major scoring record of 20 under par.
Day's victory Sunday, and Spieth's victory in the Masters and U.S. Open this year (plus a fourth-place finish in the British Open and a second in the PGA) clearly signal the transition of the game from the Tiger-and-Phil era to the next generation of greats.
So the first round of the U.S. Open golf tournament is in the books at Chambers Bay, a brand new and much-talked about venue for our national championship.
Sure, you had players carping about this or that, but what U.S. Open doesn't engender such animosity from those who don't find themselves on top of the leaderboard? At the end of the first round Thursday, two of the best players in the world, Dustin Johnson and Henrik Stenson, were tied for the lead at 65, five-under par, and top-flight pros like Jordan Spieth, Matt Kuchar and Patrick Reed were in contention.
And those who played lousy, in particular Tiger Woods with an 80 and Ricky Fowler with an 81, are mired at the bottom of the leaderboard with virtually no chance of making the cut come Friday evening. So isn't that what a championship course is supposed to do—identify the strong and penalize the weak? Chambers Bay, a true American links, did just that in its debut.
The Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas has always offered a lot to recommend: Cool nightlife, some of the best cocktails in town, fantastic rooms with balconies (a rarity in Vegas for obvious reasons), and, just for good measure, a spinoff of STK with a DJ. But if you want to gamble, really gamble, well, it just hasn't been the place. The casino there never feels exactly right, and if you happen to be a high roller, looking to put down seriously big bets, Cosmopolitan has a history of not courting whale-sized action. Plus, its accommodations can be limiting for guys who're used to staying in comped five-star villas that come with English butlers.
But that is poised to change. Gambling at Cosmo will soon be up to speed and as alluring as everything else inside the high-energy hotel/resort/casino.
It's one of those good-news/bad-news stories. For the second time, professional poker player Maria Ho qualified as the last woman standing in the World Series of Poker Main Event. This year she finished 77th out of 6,683 entrants and took home $85,812 in prize money. In 2007, the game broke her heart with a 38th place finish and $237,865 for her trouble.
All told, she's won nearly $1.7 million in live tournament winnings. Nice as those distinctions might be, they're nowhere near as appealing as making the Main Event final table, playing for the world championship bracelet and competing for an ungodly sum of money. This year's first-place finish pays $10 million. Had a few things gone her way, Ho would have been the first female vying for the richest, most prestigious windfall in poker.
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