From time to time, you gamble, and we write about it in a column called Bad Beats. Of course, there are no Bad Beats without your Bad Beats, so please, we beg you, send us any gambling stories you normally consider appropriate only for the company of drunken assholes.

Doesn't matter if you're betting on jacks, jai alai, or the Jazz—we want your stories. Poker, blackjack, train times: anything can spawn a bad beat. Send us slips, lotto tickets, death threats, whatever. We want it all, and we want it now!

Email me at, subject "Bad Beats."