Soon after I
arrived back in Vegas last week, I learned the shocking, horrific news that
Jace Markgraf had left this world. He
was 26 years old.
Jace was a
part of the Vegas poker community, and of the MGM poker room family. For years he was a fixture in their 2/5 NL
game. Everyone who played with him or
watched him play agreed he was a terrific poker player. He made his living “grinding” poker in Vegas.
I met Jace through
my good friend Prudence. After Prudence
and I had become pals, she told me that I was one of her two best “poker
buddies.” Jace was the other one.
As my
friendship with Prudence grew, she told Jace about me, and about the blog. She told him of her blog name, and that many
of Jace’s dealer pals had pseudonyms in the silly stories I told on the
blog. Without ever having read the blog,
he told her that he wanted to have his own pseudonym on the blog—his own alter
ego.
When Prudence
told me this, I said it would be helpful if I actually met him first. I had seen Jace in the poker room, but we
never really encountered each other because we played different games.
Of course I eventually
met him and one of the first things he said to me was that he wanted to be on
the blog, he wanted a “secret identity.” By this time he had read some of my blog posts
and doing so actually convinced him even more that he wanted to be featured in
a future blog post. I told him that for that to occur, he had to do something “blog-worthy.”
That finally
happened the first time that Jace and I played together at one of those crazy
dealers games that I’ve been involved with from time to time. My initial thought, before I had any story to
write, was that I might just call him “Ace” since it was so similar to his real
name and, of course, is a great name for a professional poker player.
But when the
incident occurred that earned Jace his own blog identity, I came up with
another name. I gave Jace the name “Adolf.” You can find that post here. The story of the second dealers game that I played
in with Jace is found here.
The name
Adolf was of course not a reflection on Jace’s nature or personality or
demeanor in any way. It was simply my
little joke, giving him the worst name I could think of because, in the first
story, he hit a one-outer on me in a poker game to beat my flopped full house.
Since
learning about Jace’s passing, I’ve thought about taking down the two posts
that feature “Adolf”—or editing them. I’ve decided against it. Jace loved the posts where I wrote about him,
he told me so himself. And he actually liked
the name I chose for him; he found it quite amusing. He even told me that it was somewhat fitting since
he has a German heritage—which of course had nothing to do with my picking that
name.
Since Jace enjoyed
those posts, and liked the joke name I gave him, I’m leaving those posts up. I believe that Jace would want it that way. He’d
want those posts to remain there as initially written—as part of the memories
he left behind for all of us who knew him.
You see,
among his other qualities, Jace had a great sense of humor. He was incredibly smart, witty, and fun to be
around. He was a good guy—a really good
guy. And as I said, he was a helluva
poker player. After meeting him, I’d see
him the poker room in the 2/5 game that I never played in. I’d go over to say hi (or he’d come over to
say hi to me if he saw me first) and he always had a mountain of chips in front
of him. We’d chat a bit and share our
bad beat stories.
I didn’t know
Jace as well as I would have liked, and I regret that I will never get to know
him any better. I can tell you for sure
that everyone I know who knew him liked him and will grieve over his passing
for a long, long time. I never heard
anyone say a harsh word about him—except perhaps at the poker table after he
had outmaneuvered them to win a pot. He did
that a lot.
I offer my
sincere sympathies to his loving family for their unbearable loss, as well as
to all his friends who knew him better than I did and will miss him so
much. I feel especially sad for
Prudence, who has lost a very dear friend.
Everyone who
knew him has a piece of their heart missing.
Losing him so soon is a bad beat for all of us.
