Why does the shit storm always hit at work when you've got one hand on a Cap'n Coke, one ass-cheek sitting at a $5 Pai-GOW table, and your lips drooling over that Vanessa from Marigold, Missouri in the standard Vegas cocktail waitress dress that only covers up her nipples.
I'm buried under a sea of credit memos, ledgers, and meetings until punching out at 4:30 so do yourself a favor and hit up Pauly and Otis' coverage of the EPT Monte Carlo and live vicariously through the stories about eight dollar diet cokes and seeing people with pockets full of cash that would trump my net worth.
And for the artist formerly known as Bobby Bracelet:
Today is International Disadvantaged People's Day.
Please send an encouraging message to a retarded
friend, just as I've done.
I don't care if you lick windows, interfere with farm
animals, or occasionally shit yourself.......
You hang in there, Sunshine.
You're fucking special!
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Its Just Like A Post
Sitting down ready to bang out a long post about what the new found freedom feels like, but Sanajay's hair-do finds it wasy in my head and cock-blocks my ability to type.
Why couldn't I get back from my congratulations dinner just five minutes later and have my eyes and ears spared from his erection deflating voice. Like Derek, I just listen to this guy, and my Sanajay tilt goes away.
Four days from Vegas and I'm not excited.
Not pumped.
Sleeping soundly.
No dreams of coming out, doubling down, or shouting PAI GOW dashing in my head
This worries me that I've spent too much on a vacation that will not be relaxing, fun, and without wheelchair races versus the security guys in the high stakes parlors. I do look forward to hooking up with Don and placing my bets for the Vikes and Twinkies (free money for the sportsbook!) while developing a sore neck from admiring the various sizes of breasticles that will be on display.
Or maybe its this cold that's slowing me down while knowing I have about eight articles due over at my poker blog site before I step onto that Northwest flight a-heading out West to land of glitter, sand, and fake breasts. Because I'm a nordic cowboy ba-by.
That was the Dayquil speaking. I'll end this before further embarrassingly bad song segue attempts are put into cyberspace.
Thanks for dropping by, now what's left of my hearing is pleading once again to the american public. Don't. Vote. For. Sanajay.
Why couldn't I get back from my congratulations dinner just five minutes later and have my eyes and ears spared from his erection deflating voice. Like Derek, I just listen to this guy, and my Sanajay tilt goes away.
Four days from Vegas and I'm not excited.
Not pumped.
Sleeping soundly.
No dreams of coming out, doubling down, or shouting PAI GOW dashing in my head
This worries me that I've spent too much on a vacation that will not be relaxing, fun, and without wheelchair races versus the security guys in the high stakes parlors. I do look forward to hooking up with Don and placing my bets for the Vikes and Twinkies (free money for the sportsbook!) while developing a sore neck from admiring the various sizes of breasticles that will be on display.
Or maybe its this cold that's slowing me down while knowing I have about eight articles due over at my poker blog site before I step onto that Northwest flight a-heading out West to land of glitter, sand, and fake breasts. Because I'm a nordic cowboy ba-by.
That was the Dayquil speaking. I'll end this before further embarrassingly bad song segue attempts are put into cyberspace.
Thanks for dropping by, now what's left of my hearing is pleading once again to the american public. Don't. Vote. For. Sanajay.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Down The Home Stretch
The state decided it was best for me to prove I can parallel park so today I shall be attempting to do so on their road test. Think the palmed $20 is a good idea here?
I kid.
I'll edit later if I become a fully licensed driver after stopping off for some Leeann Chin's sesame chicken and cream cheese puffs for lunch.
Edit: Despite the Iggy-sized space to parallel park a Trail Blazer, I passed. Who needs a sober cab? :)
I kid.
I'll edit later if I become a fully licensed driver after stopping off for some Leeann Chin's sesame chicken and cream cheese puffs for lunch.
Edit: Despite the Iggy-sized space to parallel park a Trail Blazer, I passed. Who needs a sober cab? :)
Monday, March 26, 2007
Soot Bear Casino Trip
Could people please stop blowing things up larger then they really are? A guy can't make a simple prop bet anymore without the morality police showing up? At least he's not at strip clubs beating up patrons and knocking up the dancers.
Has anyone who reads here ever been to Las Vegas? Go on raise your hand if you're Sure, I'm certain the number of people currently checking the strength of their Speed Stick or Degree is in the triple digits. The Frontier is crap on the outside, worst in the casino, and gives you a bad case of scurvy if you intend on using its rooms for any slumber. I'm sure most people who have traveled to Vegas have at least checked out Gilley's or the Bikini Bull Riding just for the fact that bouncing boobs tend to the spring break and pended up married men crowd. Of which I will be both, and will be attending the city that my low rolling slot play has built next Sunday.
I know I paid for at least two palm trees along Las Vegas Boulevard.
As I was wandering the charred hallways of Black Bear casino this weekend, I was reminded of my unfortunate stay at the Frontier several years ago. The ceilings had the same burnt-out look, the walls decorated with peeling blue light special wallpaper, and the rooms with dated looks and bed that felt like a cardboard box with sheets on top. Despite the several exclamnations of “NEW RENOVATIONS!” and “UNDER CONSTRUCTION FOR THE GRANDEST CASINO!” I doubt the extra space can help this place ever feel more then an over-sized Knights of Columbus bingo hall.
Yet we go each year for the camaraderie of our bowling league to gamble a little after a no-tap tourney at Southgate Bowl. The plume of smoke hits your face as your stumble up a Marlboro flavored wind-gusting skyway from the hotel to the casino as the ventilation went south sometime during the first term of the Clinton Administration. For a greasy bite to eat the skyway café before you hit the casino floor doesn’t disappoint. $4.26 nets you an omelet the size of Human Head’s noggin with enough bacon stuffed inside that even certain baseball freak would give two oinks up, two big pieces of sourdough toast, and hash browns that would sedate most appetites.
Unfortunately that’s where the heaven stops and the true colors of the casino come out. The pool’s temperature was set to “Penguin” as little Kyra’s four teeth shivered after just five minutes and my balls were swimming in the Captain Morgan pool within my liver. But, the saving grace for my shriveled neather regions was the heated whirlpool which had some kind of I-don’t-want-to-know-what-I’m-stepping-on substance lingering on the bottom. Sadly no college spring breakers to stare at were in attendance, so the pool time was cut short for going back to the room for a nap on my cardboard box.
After the kids decided that it was time to finally pass out at night, I tried out the casino’s poker room located behind the blackjack pit. It is a smallish, bare-bones room but neat in appearance. Unfortunately, the dealers and brush decided my internet player status (I had my Full Tilt jersey on) was a signal for ridicule as my request for an Omaha game received a thousand mile stare and some off-handed “stupid internet player” comment. The only game running was two tables of $2-$10 spread limit that I’ve only played at the Excal several years ago before being introduced to people like Sklansky, Jones, Harrington, Iggy, Pauly, and Speaker. It was a fun game despite my lack of discipline when I decided to become abrasive after two beats in a row and single-digit IQ call down with 2nd pair to the best player at the table. Even a little slot and shot break didn’t my mood as I had to get up before donking off the rest of my stack. I guess only a four big bet loss could be considered a win since I was able to play for nearly four hours and get some passing conversation with my table mates despite the cold-shouldering from the staff.
Do live-only poker players really dislike those who play on the internet, or was this case of the staff emulating the casino’s drab looks?
I’ll have a second chance to test this theory in Vegas next week as I’ll go as an internet douchebag one session complete with iPod, mirrored shades, three different site-stamped pieces of apparel, and constant nagging about having to play only one table with no beeps when the action is on me.
Since I didn’t write down my ups and downs I’ll list them here to figure out how I did:
Bowling Alley:
Drinks: -$25 (god bless bowling alley with deep pours and cheap prices)
Toddler Bribes: -$3 (Skittles are a buck now? Sheesh.)
Wife: -$100 (she complained about no gambling money, no one to watch the kids, the big bill plus my intentions on nap time with the kids once we got back put a smile on her tired face)
Casino:
Poker: -$50 ($40 playing, $10 for drinks as bringing drinks from the hotel room is +EV also marked the first time I didn't tip the brush in a cardroom due his attitude)
Blackjack: -$30 (I played three hands and the dealer caught two blackjacks and a 20, a sign that I should get a job as a hot table Cooler)
Food: -$42.43 (Only ate at the café, but well worth staying away from their horrible buffet and hitting up Culver’s for a butterburger on the way home)
Slots: +$285 (this number is only positive due to being a degenerate and hitting a jackpot on the very last machine before I stumbled back to the room for non-wheelchair assisted slumber)
Wow, adding a meal and an oversized foo-foo drink for the wife to the Vegas roll next week is better then the morning-star to the wallet I got during the trip to Grand Casino. But, least I enjoyed the atmosphere while losing at Grand. Without being forced to go back, I won’t be donating to the Fond Du Lac band’s coffers at Black Bear anytime soon.
Thanks for dropping by, now if someone would like to kindly flip the doom switch back to “off” on their way out I’d appreciate it.
Has anyone who reads here ever been to Las Vegas? Go on raise your hand if you're Sure, I'm certain the number of people currently checking the strength of their Speed Stick or Degree is in the triple digits. The Frontier is crap on the outside, worst in the casino, and gives you a bad case of scurvy if you intend on using its rooms for any slumber. I'm sure most people who have traveled to Vegas have at least checked out Gilley's or the Bikini Bull Riding just for the fact that bouncing boobs tend to the spring break and pended up married men crowd. Of which I will be both, and will be attending the city that my low rolling slot play has built next Sunday.
I know I paid for at least two palm trees along Las Vegas Boulevard.
As I was wandering the charred hallways of Black Bear casino this weekend, I was reminded of my unfortunate stay at the Frontier several years ago. The ceilings had the same burnt-out look, the walls decorated with peeling blue light special wallpaper, and the rooms with dated looks and bed that felt like a cardboard box with sheets on top. Despite the several exclamnations of “NEW RENOVATIONS!” and “UNDER CONSTRUCTION FOR THE GRANDEST CASINO!” I doubt the extra space can help this place ever feel more then an over-sized Knights of Columbus bingo hall.
Yet we go each year for the camaraderie of our bowling league to gamble a little after a no-tap tourney at Southgate Bowl. The plume of smoke hits your face as your stumble up a Marlboro flavored wind-gusting skyway from the hotel to the casino as the ventilation went south sometime during the first term of the Clinton Administration. For a greasy bite to eat the skyway café before you hit the casino floor doesn’t disappoint. $4.26 nets you an omelet the size of Human Head’s noggin with enough bacon stuffed inside that even certain baseball freak would give two oinks up, two big pieces of sourdough toast, and hash browns that would sedate most appetites.
Unfortunately that’s where the heaven stops and the true colors of the casino come out. The pool’s temperature was set to “Penguin” as little Kyra’s four teeth shivered after just five minutes and my balls were swimming in the Captain Morgan pool within my liver. But, the saving grace for my shriveled neather regions was the heated whirlpool which had some kind of I-don’t-want-to-know-what-I’m-stepping-on substance lingering on the bottom. Sadly no college spring breakers to stare at were in attendance, so the pool time was cut short for going back to the room for a nap on my cardboard box.
After the kids decided that it was time to finally pass out at night, I tried out the casino’s poker room located behind the blackjack pit. It is a smallish, bare-bones room but neat in appearance. Unfortunately, the dealers and brush decided my internet player status (I had my Full Tilt jersey on) was a signal for ridicule as my request for an Omaha game received a thousand mile stare and some off-handed “stupid internet player” comment. The only game running was two tables of $2-$10 spread limit that I’ve only played at the Excal several years ago before being introduced to people like Sklansky, Jones, Harrington, Iggy, Pauly, and Speaker. It was a fun game despite my lack of discipline when I decided to become abrasive after two beats in a row and single-digit IQ call down with 2nd pair to the best player at the table. Even a little slot and shot break didn’t my mood as I had to get up before donking off the rest of my stack. I guess only a four big bet loss could be considered a win since I was able to play for nearly four hours and get some passing conversation with my table mates despite the cold-shouldering from the staff.
Do live-only poker players really dislike those who play on the internet, or was this case of the staff emulating the casino’s drab looks?
I’ll have a second chance to test this theory in Vegas next week as I’ll go as an internet douchebag one session complete with iPod, mirrored shades, three different site-stamped pieces of apparel, and constant nagging about having to play only one table with no beeps when the action is on me.
Since I didn’t write down my ups and downs I’ll list them here to figure out how I did:
Bowling Alley:
Drinks: -$25 (god bless bowling alley with deep pours and cheap prices)
Toddler Bribes: -$3 (Skittles are a buck now? Sheesh.)
Wife: -$100 (she complained about no gambling money, no one to watch the kids, the big bill plus my intentions on nap time with the kids once we got back put a smile on her tired face)
Casino:
Poker: -$50 ($40 playing, $10 for drinks as bringing drinks from the hotel room is +EV also marked the first time I didn't tip the brush in a cardroom due his attitude)
Blackjack: -$30 (I played three hands and the dealer caught two blackjacks and a 20, a sign that I should get a job as a hot table Cooler)
Food: -$42.43 (Only ate at the café, but well worth staying away from their horrible buffet and hitting up Culver’s for a butterburger on the way home)
Slots: +$285 (this number is only positive due to being a degenerate and hitting a jackpot on the very last machine before I stumbled back to the room for non-wheelchair assisted slumber)
Wow, adding a meal and an oversized foo-foo drink for the wife to the Vegas roll next week is better then the morning-star to the wallet I got during the trip to Grand Casino. But, least I enjoyed the atmosphere while losing at Grand. Without being forced to go back, I won’t be donating to the Fond Du Lac band’s coffers at Black Bear anytime soon.
Thanks for dropping by, now if someone would like to kindly flip the doom switch back to “off” on their way out I’d appreciate it.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Rollin' In My Eight-Seven
I wanted to have a nice picture of the car that I may be using to shuttle to Pokerama's home games and providing a sober cab for Speaker (drop his site to offer some love as he's currently trying to kick cigs to the curb again).
But it remains in an undisclosed downtown location until the folks at West Coast Customs pimp out my soon-to-be-acquired 87' Cavalier which is only two years younger then my original high school car.
And I really don't care. Just having the ability again to grab a gallon of milk from Cub Foods without it becoming a two hour jaunt with the double stroller and praying that one diaper and a Spider-man baggie full of graham cracker bites was enough, is heaven.
Of course a midnight run to Canterbury wouldn't suck either.
On the casino note, my second of four such trips within six weeks is this weekend at the expanding from a bingo size penny slot trap, to a decent size casino... Black Bear. The trip to Grand Casino in the previous weeks did not provide any WD-40 while extracting mobneys from my diaper rash sore ass. The only notable part of the trip was the tortellini in cream sauce with asparagus, ham, and... thick cut bacon. Still drooling over that plate, and would gladly dump another couple hundred on the blackjack tables for a repeat performance inside my mouth.
Sadly the Black Bear's restaurant/buffet's food looks up at McDonald's in quality, so I'll have to settle on some greasy chicken fingers at their deli-styled side eatery while downing my usual quantity of Cap'n Cokes. Since the casino's promixity to the hotel rooms is only a decent long toss by an outfielder, I'll be able to crawl back to the room without any drunken chariot rides in wheelchairs while shouting STOP SPILLING MY DRINK!!!!
Thanks for dropping by, now be sure to check out the spread of bloggeristic type tourneys this evening and weekend if you have nothing better to do than curse the american public for NOT VOTING OFF SANAJAY AGAIN!!!!!!11111ONEONEONEONE.
People suck.
From Al's list:
Tournament: Riverchasers Tour Event #6
Where: Full Tilt
When: Thursday, 9pm ETGame: NLHE
Buyin: $10+1
password: riverchasers6
Tournament: CC's Thursday Bash
Where: PokerStar
When: Thursday, 9:30pm ET
Game: NLHEBuyin: $10+1
password: pokerworks
Tournament: Riverchasers Special Event #2
Where: Full Tilt
When: Sunday, March 25th 2pm ET
Game: H.O.R.S.E. Deepstack
Buyin: $24+2 or token
password: riverHorse
Tournament: WPBT Event #3
Where: Full Tilt
When: Sunday, March 25th 9pm ET
Game: Razz
Buyin: $24+2 or token
password: Bloggers only, please.
But it remains in an undisclosed downtown location until the folks at West Coast Customs pimp out my soon-to-be-acquired 87' Cavalier which is only two years younger then my original high school car.
And I really don't care. Just having the ability again to grab a gallon of milk from Cub Foods without it becoming a two hour jaunt with the double stroller and praying that one diaper and a Spider-man baggie full of graham cracker bites was enough, is heaven.
Of course a midnight run to Canterbury wouldn't suck either.
On the casino note, my second of four such trips within six weeks is this weekend at the expanding from a bingo size penny slot trap, to a decent size casino... Black Bear. The trip to Grand Casino in the previous weeks did not provide any WD-40 while extracting mobneys from my diaper rash sore ass. The only notable part of the trip was the tortellini in cream sauce with asparagus, ham, and... thick cut bacon. Still drooling over that plate, and would gladly dump another couple hundred on the blackjack tables for a repeat performance inside my mouth.
Sadly the Black Bear's restaurant/buffet's food looks up at McDonald's in quality, so I'll have to settle on some greasy chicken fingers at their deli-styled side eatery while downing my usual quantity of Cap'n Cokes. Since the casino's promixity to the hotel rooms is only a decent long toss by an outfielder, I'll be able to crawl back to the room without any drunken chariot rides in wheelchairs while shouting STOP SPILLING MY DRINK!!!!
Thanks for dropping by, now be sure to check out the spread of bloggeristic type tourneys this evening and weekend if you have nothing better to do than curse the american public for NOT VOTING OFF SANAJAY AGAIN!!!!!!11111ONEONEONEONE.
People suck.
From Al's list:
Tournament: Riverchasers Tour Event #6
Where: Full Tilt
When: Thursday, 9pm ETGame: NLHE
Buyin: $10+1
password: riverchasers6
Tournament: CC's Thursday Bash
Where: PokerStar
When: Thursday, 9:30pm ET
Game: NLHEBuyin: $10+1
password: pokerworks
Tournament: Riverchasers Special Event #2
Where: Full Tilt
When: Sunday, March 25th 2pm ET
Game: H.O.R.S.E. Deepstack
Buyin: $24+2 or token
password: riverHorse
Tournament: WPBT Event #3
Where: Full Tilt
When: Sunday, March 25th 9pm ET
Game: Razz
Buyin: $24+2 or token
password: Bloggers only, please.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Read Em' and Weep
Pot Limit Omaha Eight or Better = +$13.25 (slow night)
Limit Omaha Eight or Better = -$170.00 (I hate life)
The limit variety continues to befuddle me beyond comprehension. There’s something wrong with my limit game that just doesn’t click. I’ve tried being aggressive, loose, tight, sneaky, bashful, dopey, sneezy, and doc. But, nothing seems to click for this self-proclaimed student of the four card bingo game. I’ll be back next month to try again since the wet newspaper to the nose doesn’t deter me from trying again.
Over at the PokerStars blog you’ll find a recent article by one elevator company nicknamed scribe that had a guest writer fill-in about his recent VIP package obtained through five billion hands of online poker. The package included coming to this great state to watch the Dallas Mavericks show the Timberpups what an enjoyable basketball team looks like versus one player.
Being from Toronto this statement seemed little off…
We get into Minnesota after a few hours and there are two buses. The team gets on one bus and we get on the other and go to the hotel. The hotel is in downtown about seven blocks from the Target Center. It wasnt that cold (similar weather to Toronto), but every block there was a pile of snow that had been plowed that was just massive....much taller then me. The apparently get a lot of snow Toronto had that much snow a few years ago and they called in the army to assist, but I think that it is part of life in Minnesota.
Yes, there’s snow in Minnesota it occurs eleven and a half out of twelve months, native Eskimos feel sorry for us.
The hotel is really nice. A very fancy place called the Grand Hotel. We go up to the elevator and Dirk walks out (ducking so he doesnt hit his head). We ride up the top floor to our rooms, with the massage therapist (the call him fingers). He is a really funny guy and seems like he is the father figure of the bunch. Everybody from the team is extremely nice, but he is a really outgoing guy. On the ride up he tells us about who needs a massage to work out the kinks after a game, especially on the back to back games. We get to our rooms when we realize they gave Daniel and I our own seperate rooms. We think that is pretty funny, especially when I open the door into the largest, nicest hotel room Ive ever been in. They have absolutely everything in the room, and the bathroom, is the size of my living room. A clock radio stereo system that you can plug your ipod into provides music as I fall asleep on the softest most comfortable pillow I've ever slept on.
If you're famous and in town, the Grand Hotel is where you stay, unless you're just here to hit up Shiek's, Rick's, and Deja Vu for some spray-on tan boobies.
So the next morning we get up and go grab a bite to eat. We both think that the downtown core is pretty dead. Toronto has a lot of residential mixed in with business so there are always ppl around, but the streets of Minnesota were very quiet. We see a couple of places to go eat, but its just the window and there are no doors to get in. We cant figure it out, but decide to go back to Brugger Bros that we saw earlier. On the door it says to use the mall entrance, so we see the entrance a few doors over and grab a bit to eat. We ask the guy if the mall is fairly big, because we have 6 hours to kill. He isnt sure and asks someone else and they say yeah there are a few stores. So we start to walk around the mall. At this point we realize that Minnesota is a huge underground city. Every building has a glass tunnel that connects to the next building that is on the second floor (We saw a few of these walking around but didnt put two and two together).
Ah, someone found the Skyway and City Center. Its easier to get to the different buildings downtown by using this versus one of many professional sled dog teams that act as cabbies.
Always fun to hear a perspective of someone visiting Minnesota for the first time, come back soon eh!
Thanks for dropping by, now a big round of applause for Moooooooooookie with the awesome new banner he drafted for me. And be sure to hit up his tourney at 9pm EST at Full Tilt tonight. Thanks!!
Limit Omaha Eight or Better = -$170.00 (I hate life)
The limit variety continues to befuddle me beyond comprehension. There’s something wrong with my limit game that just doesn’t click. I’ve tried being aggressive, loose, tight, sneaky, bashful, dopey, sneezy, and doc. But, nothing seems to click for this self-proclaimed student of the four card bingo game. I’ll be back next month to try again since the wet newspaper to the nose doesn’t deter me from trying again.
Over at the PokerStars blog you’ll find a recent article by one elevator company nicknamed scribe that had a guest writer fill-in about his recent VIP package obtained through five billion hands of online poker. The package included coming to this great state to watch the Dallas Mavericks show the Timberpups what an enjoyable basketball team looks like versus one player.
Being from Toronto this statement seemed little off…
We get into Minnesota after a few hours and there are two buses. The team gets on one bus and we get on the other and go to the hotel. The hotel is in downtown about seven blocks from the Target Center. It wasnt that cold (similar weather to Toronto), but every block there was a pile of snow that had been plowed that was just massive....much taller then me. The apparently get a lot of snow Toronto had that much snow a few years ago and they called in the army to assist, but I think that it is part of life in Minnesota.
Yes, there’s snow in Minnesota it occurs eleven and a half out of twelve months, native Eskimos feel sorry for us.
The hotel is really nice. A very fancy place called the Grand Hotel. We go up to the elevator and Dirk walks out (ducking so he doesnt hit his head). We ride up the top floor to our rooms, with the massage therapist (the call him fingers). He is a really funny guy and seems like he is the father figure of the bunch. Everybody from the team is extremely nice, but he is a really outgoing guy. On the ride up he tells us about who needs a massage to work out the kinks after a game, especially on the back to back games. We get to our rooms when we realize they gave Daniel and I our own seperate rooms. We think that is pretty funny, especially when I open the door into the largest, nicest hotel room Ive ever been in. They have absolutely everything in the room, and the bathroom, is the size of my living room. A clock radio stereo system that you can plug your ipod into provides music as I fall asleep on the softest most comfortable pillow I've ever slept on.
If you're famous and in town, the Grand Hotel is where you stay, unless you're just here to hit up Shiek's, Rick's, and Deja Vu for some spray-on tan boobies.
So the next morning we get up and go grab a bite to eat. We both think that the downtown core is pretty dead. Toronto has a lot of residential mixed in with business so there are always ppl around, but the streets of Minnesota were very quiet. We see a couple of places to go eat, but its just the window and there are no doors to get in. We cant figure it out, but decide to go back to Brugger Bros that we saw earlier. On the door it says to use the mall entrance, so we see the entrance a few doors over and grab a bit to eat. We ask the guy if the mall is fairly big, because we have 6 hours to kill. He isnt sure and asks someone else and they say yeah there are a few stores. So we start to walk around the mall. At this point we realize that Minnesota is a huge underground city. Every building has a glass tunnel that connects to the next building that is on the second floor (We saw a few of these walking around but didnt put two and two together).
Ah, someone found the Skyway and City Center. Its easier to get to the different buildings downtown by using this versus one of many professional sled dog teams that act as cabbies.
Always fun to hear a perspective of someone visiting Minnesota for the first time, come back soon eh!
Thanks for dropping by, now a big round of applause for Moooooooooookie with the awesome new banner he drafted for me. And be sure to hit up his tourney at 9pm EST at Full Tilt tonight. Thanks!!
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Things That Lower Your IQ
Who doesn't like seeing Daisy Duke in daisy duke's? The Cincinnati Pops that's who.
Actually Bo and Luke were going to drop by for some porchlight singin' and moonshine slingin' but since political correctness trumps common sense they were sent back to Hazard county before Uncle Jesse could wag a finger.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but did the Duke boys ever broach the slavery issue just because of the confederate flag painted on top of the General Lee?
What's next, not being able to obtain toilet paper without assistance?
Because wiping your own ass might become one of the few things you won't need a permission slip for.
Actually Bo and Luke were going to drop by for some porchlight singin' and moonshine slingin' but since political correctness trumps common sense they were sent back to Hazard county before Uncle Jesse could wag a finger.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but did the Duke boys ever broach the slavery issue just because of the confederate flag painted on top of the General Lee?
What's next, not being able to obtain toilet paper without assistance?
Because wiping your own ass might become one of the few things you won't need a permission slip for.
Monday, March 19, 2007
UK Casinos
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With huge poker room Interpoker showing off its wares on its introductory page, The Gaming Directory for UK Casinos is a one stop web site for those interested in signing up for online gaming within their regulated boarders.
With a multitude of links to various gambling destinations over the internet and land based casinos, you can find exactly what you're looking for if gambing in the UK is the subject of your search.
Something I haven't seen before called a "prize drawing" website brings you to a site probably linked with a little spam for your e-mail box in exchange for a chance to win some prizes. One such site is sporting a travel giveway with four round trip tickets anywhere. Not sure if that includes trips across the pond, but might be worth a couple of extra emails a month.
If sports betting on "proper" football, cricket, and darts (???) fits your degenerate heart, there's several links to sportsbetting sites to throw your hardly earn gambling dollars, pounds, and euros at.
Learning the various games of chance is probably the first steps towards becoming the proper "punter". So hit up the gambling rules link to find help with baccarat, poker, and blackjack.
For the beginning gambler, this website will help you gain a foothold on the various options you have to throw around those online and brick and mortar type casinos in the United Kingdom. Even the longer lasting gambler may find a few new tricks by digging into the site's different links that could yield that slot machine or juicy no limit hold em table you've been looking for
Trust Is A Four Letter Word
I’m in a weird place right now as pain and misery has been a comforting blanket for my insecurity for almost my whole life. Growing up I had my loving parents and siblings as the few bright spots of my day as they were the only reason I didn’t carve a winter hole into a lake and drop myself in. Sure I excelled at inane academic subjects in high school which received some of the first letters of the alphabet come report card time, and was known to throw a baseball slightly faster then the national average, but I was never happy.
Happy was something that occurred in short spurts. A trip to Orlando for my dad’s recognition as an employee-of-the-year complete with a $200 dinner at Epcot that none of us kids touched. Scoring a game-winning goal by making an awkward dance around a defensemen that skating coaches would shake their heads at, but ultimately proved effective since the round, black disk stood behind the red line in the net. A kiss goodnight, with a short-blonde who would play tetherball with my heart all through high school, and having that relationship end literally with a plunge.
Right now sitting at this computer I consider myself happy not just because of recent successes and triumph over non-tangible handicaps, but because I’ve learned to trust again. I don’t have to ask my wife or kids “do you still love me”. I trust my kids to still plant a kiss or hug on me the following morning despite telling a certain three year old that he had to retire early the previous evening due to lack of discipline (otherwise known as throwing a fit when told that Lucky Charms are not a part of a nutritionally balanced dinner and having some rainbow shaped marshmallows end up in creative places around the kitchen).
Hell, even my days at the poker tables are showing some enlightenment. My bankroll is creeping up towards a set goal so I can move back up in limits again. I’ve even won a few smaller tourneys which I haven’t done in quite some time. Playing on the $100 PLO8 tables is becoming easier and easier each session as the tilting off with second best hands has become less and less of a daily occurrence.
Missing 20+ outs several times in a row is part of the game, setting someone all-in and having those less then four outs spike is part of the game, and now I realize that once you’ve won, that keeping that money during the times of slim cards and outdraws is part of the game. Just because your bankroll is temporarily flush due to a tourney score or some hot cards at the cash tables doesn’t mean to drop back into some bad habits that triggered the rebuilding in the first place. Now I trust myself to stay within my game, and not throw bad money at sessions “just because I can”.
Trust is something I have been in short supply of due to my past. But, seeing all the people who drop here a give a kind word of congratulations after I have been trusted to operate a car again shows me that I can even trust those whom I can not see. And I promise next time we meet, you can trust me to be the person you read about here and not some drunk getting carted back to a wife that doesn’t want to see him.
Minus the carting part… as I do plan on enjoying myself with the company of many Cap’n Cokes and invisible internet trustworthy friends.
Thanks for dropping by, now Steve here’s the words to the Gopher fight song so you’ll be familiar with them during the Frozen Four Championship Game (since the stinkin’ Badgers have been banished back to Madison). SKOL!
"Minnesota Rouser"
Minnesota, hats off to thee
To thy colors true we shall ever be
Firm and strong, united are we.
Rah! Rah! Rah! for Ski-U-Mah
RAH! RAH! RAH! RAH!
Rah for the U. of M.
Minnesota, hats off to thee
To thy colors true we shall ever be
Firm and strong, united are we.
Rah! Rah! Rah! for Ski-U-Mah
RAH! RAH! RAH! RAH!
Rah for the U. of M.
M-I-N-N-E-S-O-T-A!
Minnesota! Minnesota!
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah GOPHERS!
Happy was something that occurred in short spurts. A trip to Orlando for my dad’s recognition as an employee-of-the-year complete with a $200 dinner at Epcot that none of us kids touched. Scoring a game-winning goal by making an awkward dance around a defensemen that skating coaches would shake their heads at, but ultimately proved effective since the round, black disk stood behind the red line in the net. A kiss goodnight, with a short-blonde who would play tetherball with my heart all through high school, and having that relationship end literally with a plunge.
Right now sitting at this computer I consider myself happy not just because of recent successes and triumph over non-tangible handicaps, but because I’ve learned to trust again. I don’t have to ask my wife or kids “do you still love me”. I trust my kids to still plant a kiss or hug on me the following morning despite telling a certain three year old that he had to retire early the previous evening due to lack of discipline (otherwise known as throwing a fit when told that Lucky Charms are not a part of a nutritionally balanced dinner and having some rainbow shaped marshmallows end up in creative places around the kitchen).
Hell, even my days at the poker tables are showing some enlightenment. My bankroll is creeping up towards a set goal so I can move back up in limits again. I’ve even won a few smaller tourneys which I haven’t done in quite some time. Playing on the $100 PLO8 tables is becoming easier and easier each session as the tilting off with second best hands has become less and less of a daily occurrence.
Missing 20+ outs several times in a row is part of the game, setting someone all-in and having those less then four outs spike is part of the game, and now I realize that once you’ve won, that keeping that money during the times of slim cards and outdraws is part of the game. Just because your bankroll is temporarily flush due to a tourney score or some hot cards at the cash tables doesn’t mean to drop back into some bad habits that triggered the rebuilding in the first place. Now I trust myself to stay within my game, and not throw bad money at sessions “just because I can”.
Trust is something I have been in short supply of due to my past. But, seeing all the people who drop here a give a kind word of congratulations after I have been trusted to operate a car again shows me that I can even trust those whom I can not see. And I promise next time we meet, you can trust me to be the person you read about here and not some drunk getting carted back to a wife that doesn’t want to see him.
Minus the carting part… as I do plan on enjoying myself with the company of many Cap’n Cokes and invisible internet trustworthy friends.
Thanks for dropping by, now Steve here’s the words to the Gopher fight song so you’ll be familiar with them during the Frozen Four Championship Game (since the stinkin’ Badgers have been banished back to Madison). SKOL!
"Minnesota Rouser"
Minnesota, hats off to thee
To thy colors true we shall ever be
Firm and strong, united are we.
Rah! Rah! Rah! for Ski-U-Mah
RAH! RAH! RAH! RAH!
Rah for the U. of M.
Minnesota, hats off to thee
To thy colors true we shall ever be
Firm and strong, united are we.
Rah! Rah! Rah! for Ski-U-Mah
RAH! RAH! RAH! RAH!
Rah for the U. of M.
M-I-N-N-E-S-O-T-A!
Minnesota! Minnesota!
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah GOPHERS!
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Blogger Big Game
If you feel like taking Miami Don's money, hop on over to Full Tilt tonight for the "Blogger Big Game" at 9:30 pm EST.
The price of admission is one jumbo $75 peep sex token.
And the hits keep coming, I managed a 4th in the $2 MTT rebuy at Full Tilt last night (ending north of 3am) so I'm nice and awake to perform the duties of a godfather to my sister's kid's baptism today!
Hope I don't start muttering something about my poor NCAA bracket performances. R.I.P. Dooooookies.
Edit: I cannot play the Stars' Sunday Million and have $215 in tournament dollars up for sale.
SOLD!!!!
The price of admission is one jumbo $75 peep sex token.
And the hits keep coming, I managed a 4th in the $2 MTT rebuy at Full Tilt last night (ending north of 3am) so I'm nice and awake to perform the duties of a godfather to my sister's kid's baptism today!
Hope I don't start muttering something about my poor NCAA bracket performances. R.I.P. Dooooookies.
Edit: I cannot play the Stars' Sunday Million and have $215 in tournament dollars up for sale.
SOLD!!!!
Friday, March 16, 2007
Operation Gimp Driver Successful
I passed the neurological exam yesterday and currently I'm the proud owner of some doctor's scribblings on important doctor-type notaries.
Today I'll barter with the DMV (no palmed $20 as suggested by Huge Junk) as to which medival torture devices they'll ring me through for the pleasure of driving around the block for a week.
I want to thank all of the well wishers from yesterday as I can't come up with more then "this is pretty fuckin cool" right now :)
I will touch a little more on this comment from PokerPeaker in a later post:
Congrats and good luck.
I can't imagine what you went through, and congrat yourself for being a cynical and funny guy instead of a bitter and prick-like person after such a shitty thing.
I have to honest when the transformation of "woe is me" and hating life didn't happen overnight, in fact you could count a few years that were lost due to self-loathing and hating that next breath I drew, not to mention a crumbling marriage. A lot has to do with our little circle of degenerates, my wife's strength, and sitting back to observe the kids.
But for now, the bar is open kids, time to par-tay!
Have a great weekend!
Today I'll barter with the DMV (no palmed $20 as suggested by Huge Junk) as to which medival torture devices they'll ring me through for the pleasure of driving around the block for a week.
I want to thank all of the well wishers from yesterday as I can't come up with more then "this is pretty fuckin cool" right now :)
I will touch a little more on this comment from PokerPeaker in a later post:
Congrats and good luck.
I can't imagine what you went through, and congrat yourself for being a cynical and funny guy instead of a bitter and prick-like person after such a shitty thing.
I have to honest when the transformation of "woe is me" and hating life didn't happen overnight, in fact you could count a few years that were lost due to self-loathing and hating that next breath I drew, not to mention a crumbling marriage. A lot has to do with our little circle of degenerates, my wife's strength, and sitting back to observe the kids.
But for now, the bar is open kids, time to par-tay!
Have a great weekend!
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Drafting Richard Petty
… blink if you can hear me
… can you feel this?
… ok, turn him over please and stabilize his head
I still remember my first full-out seizure occurring at work, typing an email to my sister about having my mom’s famous breaded pork chops and twice baked potatoes as a family dinner with my wife of six months. Suddenly, a tingle came over me, and then my fingers wouldn’t respond to my command of typing my doctor’s name as I had yet another appointment at the U of M to try to figure out what was wrong with me after my accident three months ago. Finally dropping into a catatonic state for six hours in which I couldn't move nor would my limb respond to any of the usual reflex tests.
I thought due to the daily seizures had subsidizing in frequency and intensity, and the ability to make my own bagel, egg, cheese, and bacon sandwiches without fear of putting a nice hole through my hand would signal some road toward normalcy again. But, being carried out on a stretcher by two burly paramedics in the dead of winter while passing the office that yesterday I answered several “where do you see yourself in five years?” “what are you strength?” “can you really fire that third bullet on the river with Queen high?” type questions, brought a lot of things into perspective.
No longer was I the hot-shot up-and-coming worker drone being polished for promotion once I got that elusive parchment from an educational facility proclaiming I took enough credits of Advanced Jump Services in Volleyball 202 and Accounting for Bada-Bing. No longer would I come to work and see people coming to my desk asking for advice on handling a difficult guest on the phone, how the database’s reports were not working, or to give a short presentation on the department’s quality assurance findings. They were more likely to look over me with puppy dog eyes of pity.
My job became simply a struggle to show up. Imagine having the balance of Michael Spinks after a minute in the ring with Tyson, the light sensitivity of the sun shining directly into your corneas, and the speech of someone who had too many Cap’n Cokes on his birthday. Imagine starting every day with these heavy chains pinning you to Davy Jones’ Locker, and having zero motivation to try to swim to the surface because those depths didn’t provide any sunlight to reach.
Eventually through physical and occupational therapy, I was able to slowly enjoy things like playing volleyball with an ankle weight to balance myself, softball with sunglasses and a visor on so I didn’t suffer a migraine while performing a throw-hop from right field to throw out that speedy little leadoff hitter trying to stretch an extra base, or use a pen again with the assistance of a dove-shaped writing device. Those of you who met me at the Plaza in Vegas a couple of years ago may remember me wearing a visor and sunglasses, I wore that at all times for nearly four years not just to peel two cards back and ponder a three bet.
Today I’m 95% “normal” if I ever was normal which I’m sure many friends and family members would turn and have a chuckle at my expense. I don’t walk with a weight on my ankle, or use a writing device to scribble my professional athlete-esqe signature on a check.
No, today I try to brush the late bit of hinderances that the accident has caused over the years.
Today is a day I’ve been looking forward to for nearly seven years. You see, people tend to frown upon allowing drivers of motor vehicles who’s bodies spaz out at the sight of flashing lights or blackout for periods of time without warning. Per my neurologist’s suggestion that the state remove my driving privileges unless I was in a gutted 87’ Monte Carlo at the Sherburne County fair using my trunk to bust someone’s radiator to win the demolition derby heat.
The ability to drive is taken for granted by most, much like flicking on the internet to troll for busty college cheerleader porn, if you can’t do it, you feel strangely flaccid. I can’t repay all the people who have had to go out of their way for the past seven years to shuttle me to a softball game or family poker night get-together. Starting today if I pass my exam, which hopefully will not include milking the prostate, I may regain my ability to pick up a friend or two to check-raise some douchebags at Canterbury just because I can.
Thanks for dropping by, now wish me luck and I’ll let you know if your car insurance rates will be increased by .00072% because of my driver’s status being changed.
A side note to the lovely Texas April…. Let me know your Stars’ log on name so I can shuttle that buy-in to you because I'm meeting my softball team tonight for batting practice, wings, and beer thus won’t be attending CC’s Bash (see link for details).
… can you feel this?
… ok, turn him over please and stabilize his head
I still remember my first full-out seizure occurring at work, typing an email to my sister about having my mom’s famous breaded pork chops and twice baked potatoes as a family dinner with my wife of six months. Suddenly, a tingle came over me, and then my fingers wouldn’t respond to my command of typing my doctor’s name as I had yet another appointment at the U of M to try to figure out what was wrong with me after my accident three months ago. Finally dropping into a catatonic state for six hours in which I couldn't move nor would my limb respond to any of the usual reflex tests.
I thought due to the daily seizures had subsidizing in frequency and intensity, and the ability to make my own bagel, egg, cheese, and bacon sandwiches without fear of putting a nice hole through my hand would signal some road toward normalcy again. But, being carried out on a stretcher by two burly paramedics in the dead of winter while passing the office that yesterday I answered several “where do you see yourself in five years?” “what are you strength?” “can you really fire that third bullet on the river with Queen high?” type questions, brought a lot of things into perspective.
No longer was I the hot-shot up-and-coming worker drone being polished for promotion once I got that elusive parchment from an educational facility proclaiming I took enough credits of Advanced Jump Services in Volleyball 202 and Accounting for Bada-Bing. No longer would I come to work and see people coming to my desk asking for advice on handling a difficult guest on the phone, how the database’s reports were not working, or to give a short presentation on the department’s quality assurance findings. They were more likely to look over me with puppy dog eyes of pity.
My job became simply a struggle to show up. Imagine having the balance of Michael Spinks after a minute in the ring with Tyson, the light sensitivity of the sun shining directly into your corneas, and the speech of someone who had too many Cap’n Cokes on his birthday. Imagine starting every day with these heavy chains pinning you to Davy Jones’ Locker, and having zero motivation to try to swim to the surface because those depths didn’t provide any sunlight to reach.
Eventually through physical and occupational therapy, I was able to slowly enjoy things like playing volleyball with an ankle weight to balance myself, softball with sunglasses and a visor on so I didn’t suffer a migraine while performing a throw-hop from right field to throw out that speedy little leadoff hitter trying to stretch an extra base, or use a pen again with the assistance of a dove-shaped writing device. Those of you who met me at the Plaza in Vegas a couple of years ago may remember me wearing a visor and sunglasses, I wore that at all times for nearly four years not just to peel two cards back and ponder a three bet.
Today I’m 95% “normal” if I ever was normal which I’m sure many friends and family members would turn and have a chuckle at my expense. I don’t walk with a weight on my ankle, or use a writing device to scribble my professional athlete-esqe signature on a check.
No, today I try to brush the late bit of hinderances that the accident has caused over the years.
Today is a day I’ve been looking forward to for nearly seven years. You see, people tend to frown upon allowing drivers of motor vehicles who’s bodies spaz out at the sight of flashing lights or blackout for periods of time without warning. Per my neurologist’s suggestion that the state remove my driving privileges unless I was in a gutted 87’ Monte Carlo at the Sherburne County fair using my trunk to bust someone’s radiator to win the demolition derby heat.
The ability to drive is taken for granted by most, much like flicking on the internet to troll for busty college cheerleader porn, if you can’t do it, you feel strangely flaccid. I can’t repay all the people who have had to go out of their way for the past seven years to shuttle me to a softball game or family poker night get-together. Starting today if I pass my exam, which hopefully will not include milking the prostate, I may regain my ability to pick up a friend or two to check-raise some douchebags at Canterbury just because I can.
Thanks for dropping by, now wish me luck and I’ll let you know if your car insurance rates will be increased by .00072% because of my driver’s status being changed.
A side note to the lovely Texas April…. Let me know your Stars’ log on name so I can shuttle that buy-in to you because I'm meeting my softball team tonight for batting practice, wings, and beer thus won’t be attending CC’s Bash (see link for details).
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Its All About The Angle of the Dangle
Did I finish 1st or 24th?
Avert your eyes from the boobies
After a solemn night at the cash game tables and bleeding off my early stacking of someone with a wrap straight + flush draw versus a set, and eventually ending the night on a losing note due to technical difficulties at Full Tilt, I single tabled the above tourney to see if concentration would help tune my luckbox for the evening.
It did.
"I've already won the tourney since Al dropped by"
- Me while 7th out of 7 people left at the final table
Three luckbox moments and about an hour later I take home the hammerific $72.00 first prize and start planning a new wing to the house with full-service french maid doing french maid things in a french maid outfit.
For the 35 people who played, you can blame slb159 for informing me that the second chance Wheatie was going to be worth getting three hours of sleep for. Money-wise it probably cost me more then the winnings due to staying in a juicy game until Full Tilt's hamster wheel servers crapped out, and slowly bled me of my winnings earlier in the evening. I feel for you guys working there with all these problems, but it damn frusterating on the user's end with these service regurgitations. I continue to hope for the best for our boys working in Dublin.
Thanks for dropping by, now its time for March Madness to begin!!!
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Starting the Madness
I'm only going to ask one more time so my ears can cease bleeding.
Stop. Voting. For. Sanjaya. I know its funny, like tripping that dork in the high school hallways every day as he tried to carry his two tons of advanced placement books to his class funny. But it needs to stop, because karma is a bitch.
With your support of knocking out Sanjaya from American Idol (male viewers), your hair will grow fuller, you'll gain an extra two inches of manhood without the help of that Swedish dick pump or pills being touted by that freaky TV smiling guy, and you'll get laid everyday until Melinda wins.
Since I spent a good portion of yesterday in the flood plains of my basement (luckily no viable water damage) carrying an eight gallon shop-vac out to the curb, I'm going to just throw out a couple of quick pimps to Iggy who's productivity destroying ubers come through once again and Wicked Chops Poker who shockingly posted women in various stages of undress, shocking like Anna Nicole Smith dying shocking. And if naked women wasn't enough, they dug up a video I've replayed no less then 10 times in the past week with Daniel LaRusso showing the Cobra Kai's that all you need is a preppy Elizabeth Shue in your corner for inspiration to kick ass.
Thanks for dropping by, now I'm going back to filling out my NCAA tourney bracket. How can you not love Winthrop?!?!
Stop. Voting. For. Sanjaya. I know its funny, like tripping that dork in the high school hallways every day as he tried to carry his two tons of advanced placement books to his class funny. But it needs to stop, because karma is a bitch.
With your support of knocking out Sanjaya from American Idol (male viewers), your hair will grow fuller, you'll gain an extra two inches of manhood without the help of that Swedish dick pump or pills being touted by that freaky TV smiling guy, and you'll get laid everyday until Melinda wins.
Since I spent a good portion of yesterday in the flood plains of my basement (luckily no viable water damage) carrying an eight gallon shop-vac out to the curb, I'm going to just throw out a couple of quick pimps to Iggy who's productivity destroying ubers come through once again and Wicked Chops Poker who shockingly posted women in various stages of undress, shocking like Anna Nicole Smith dying shocking. And if naked women wasn't enough, they dug up a video I've replayed no less then 10 times in the past week with Daniel LaRusso showing the Cobra Kai's that all you need is a preppy Elizabeth Shue in your corner for inspiration to kick ass.
Thanks for dropping by, now I'm going back to filling out my NCAA tourney bracket. How can you not love Winthrop?!?!
Monday, March 12, 2007
Water Is Wet
Did you know that snow turns into water when temperatures rise above freezing? This fascinating scientific phenomenon occurred around my very home late last evening and continues this morning. I’m sure the Discovery Channel is gearing up for a trek to Minnesota to capture the growing puddles of liquid in my basement documentary style with a cool sounding gravel-voiced narrator, as the sump pump decided to sleep thru the night as it has for over six months.
Yeah, it’s usually not a good sign when the wife goes downstairs to start the car and comes back up looking like she ready to stomp on some grapes at a winery. We won’t mention any strong adjectives she used for describing the inability of our new sump pump to perform the simple task of turning on.
Did you know that a doom switch can be turned on at a live casino just as easily as the ones online. I sat in amazement of the slick haired (actually a little too slick as gel/goo/spunk was dripping onto his ruffled shirt) blackjack dealer decided to pull out eight 20s, 21s, or blackjacks in a row. This caused a little more ire then my comfort zone could handle due to the loss I already posted in the Royal Oaks poker room at Grand Casino Hinckley.
My biggest hand of the night playing 3/6 limit hold em?
T3o whos two-pair managed to avoid a flushed board and beat the lady who was playing any two but managed to have TPTK on the ten high board.
I felt bad.
Then remembered the other three hands she managed to do the same to me and called it karma as I walked away five hours later with half-buy in loss. The room was basically dead as only two tables were running since it wasn’t a tournament night and all of the local internet players couldn’t be bothered to play limit poker when they are not allowed to push their chips into the middle with a straight draw. At least the Grubby-approved Trailer Trash Monthly bottle blonde cover girl at the other table, managed to show her black thong each time she placed a wager on the felt for my enjoyment. Instead of merely placing $4 on a felt, she had to extend her rather stretched, provocatively labeled “I Like Cock” tank top over the betting line along with her chips and give the drooling moose hunters a glimpse of the store-bought boobies.
I almost asked for a table change for the free peep show, but my table wanted to give away money to people not looking down at 83o for the entire time I played. $100 for entertainment is what I’ll write it off as. As for the blackjack, that was pure shit. I think I managed a swearing streak that only the late Sam Kinison could manage. The dealer pissed me off with his lucksac abilities. The two homely looking girls managed to put out another bet every time we managed to get a good run of cards and I’d lose while they’d win their min bets. I was ripe for some serious slot tilting…
… but I remembered I have three more casino trips this month along with the need for a plane ticket.
Thanks for dropping by, now this is how you write a Vegas trip report. Take notes and hide the SoCo and your liver.
Yeah, it’s usually not a good sign when the wife goes downstairs to start the car and comes back up looking like she ready to stomp on some grapes at a winery. We won’t mention any strong adjectives she used for describing the inability of our new sump pump to perform the simple task of turning on.
Did you know that a doom switch can be turned on at a live casino just as easily as the ones online. I sat in amazement of the slick haired (actually a little too slick as gel/goo/spunk was dripping onto his ruffled shirt) blackjack dealer decided to pull out eight 20s, 21s, or blackjacks in a row. This caused a little more ire then my comfort zone could handle due to the loss I already posted in the Royal Oaks poker room at Grand Casino Hinckley.
My biggest hand of the night playing 3/6 limit hold em?
T3o whos two-pair managed to avoid a flushed board and beat the lady who was playing any two but managed to have TPTK on the ten high board.
I felt bad.
Then remembered the other three hands she managed to do the same to me and called it karma as I walked away five hours later with half-buy in loss. The room was basically dead as only two tables were running since it wasn’t a tournament night and all of the local internet players couldn’t be bothered to play limit poker when they are not allowed to push their chips into the middle with a straight draw. At least the Grubby-approved Trailer Trash Monthly bottle blonde cover girl at the other table, managed to show her black thong each time she placed a wager on the felt for my enjoyment. Instead of merely placing $4 on a felt, she had to extend her rather stretched, provocatively labeled “I Like Cock” tank top over the betting line along with her chips and give the drooling moose hunters a glimpse of the store-bought boobies.
I almost asked for a table change for the free peep show, but my table wanted to give away money to people not looking down at 83o for the entire time I played. $100 for entertainment is what I’ll write it off as. As for the blackjack, that was pure shit. I think I managed a swearing streak that only the late Sam Kinison could manage. The dealer pissed me off with his lucksac abilities. The two homely looking girls managed to put out another bet every time we managed to get a good run of cards and I’d lose while they’d win their min bets. I was ripe for some serious slot tilting…
… but I remembered I have three more casino trips this month along with the need for a plane ticket.
Thanks for dropping by, now this is how you write a Vegas trip report. Take notes and hide the SoCo and your liver.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Meat Goes Mooooooooooo
Warroad 3
Albert Lea 1
April wins a free date at CC's weekly tourney (next week because I'm not going home after work). And yes I let her choose the team, I doubt it would have been fair for me to do it.
I'm continuing to make some out-of-body horrible calls at the cash games this week which irks me to no end. Posting a profitable day doesn't seem to have the same flavor when you're making bad decisions on the end. But a win is a win and I'll add it to my stacks of pennies with the good intention of joining my favorite degenerates on a trip later this year should my recent profitablity stick round for another couple of a months.
If I get sick at the casino tonight there will be a return visit to the Ruby Tuesday's as my family decided to drop by there for a meal last night. A spunky, decent looking blonde similar to that bookish blonde chick on Smallville made the first mistake of the night besides not performing a table dance in her slimming, ass clinging black uniform. She seats us next to some high stakes bingo players who were smarting over their loss afternoon session with hi-balls and seven trips to the salad bar. I didn't want to smell the Ben-Gay, they didn't want to listen to Wyatt playing tic-tac-toe with his father and throwing a few fist pumps after connecting three X's in an "L" shape design. Open space to the left, front, and right but seated right next to the only other group in the section, strike one.
Strike two took a little longer as our waiter took one too many bong hits while retrieving another gravel tasting libation for the AARP crowd and some how managed to walk by the screaming 10 month old for nearly 10 minutes. I finally instructed the wife to stick one of her lovely stems outwards to gain a two minute penalty for tripping. After our hero retrieved his writing utensil from his anal cavity, he only took another 10 minutes to retrieve a tall Blue Moon and vodka collins after watching him disappear into the kitchen and keeping a firm eye on the too-young-to-be-slinging-drinks bartender who never got our order until our overweight Spicoli handed it to her.
Then the strikeout with some high-stinkin cheese came with the meal. First the portions were slimed down to manage my adonis frame, while I appreciated the thoughtfulness, the prices remained around $10 for the bacon cheeseburger with batter fried onion shavings. Throw some slaw in or something to justify the price.
Albert Lea 1
April wins a free date at CC's weekly tourney (next week because I'm not going home after work). And yes I let her choose the team, I doubt it would have been fair for me to do it.
I'm continuing to make some out-of-body horrible calls at the cash games this week which irks me to no end. Posting a profitable day doesn't seem to have the same flavor when you're making bad decisions on the end. But a win is a win and I'll add it to my stacks of pennies with the good intention of joining my favorite degenerates on a trip later this year should my recent profitablity stick round for another couple of a months.
If I get sick at the casino tonight there will be a return visit to the Ruby Tuesday's as my family decided to drop by there for a meal last night. A spunky, decent looking blonde similar to that bookish blonde chick on Smallville made the first mistake of the night besides not performing a table dance in her slimming, ass clinging black uniform. She seats us next to some high stakes bingo players who were smarting over their loss afternoon session with hi-balls and seven trips to the salad bar. I didn't want to smell the Ben-Gay, they didn't want to listen to Wyatt playing tic-tac-toe with his father and throwing a few fist pumps after connecting three X's in an "L" shape design. Open space to the left, front, and right but seated right next to the only other group in the section, strike one.
Strike two took a little longer as our waiter took one too many bong hits while retrieving another gravel tasting libation for the AARP crowd and some how managed to walk by the screaming 10 month old for nearly 10 minutes. I finally instructed the wife to stick one of her lovely stems outwards to gain a two minute penalty for tripping. After our hero retrieved his writing utensil from his anal cavity, he only took another 10 minutes to retrieve a tall Blue Moon and vodka collins after watching him disappear into the kitchen and keeping a firm eye on the too-young-to-be-slinging-drinks bartender who never got our order until our overweight Spicoli handed it to her.
Then the strikeout with some high-stinkin cheese came with the meal. First the portions were slimed down to manage my adonis frame, while I appreciated the thoughtfulness, the prices remained around $10 for the bacon cheeseburger with batter fried onion shavings. Throw some slaw in or something to justify the price.
What sealed the bad night was after I cut my burger in two (which I always do since I enjoy dipping my round patty of meat into BBQ/Honey Mustard/Ketchup) and found the middle of the burger chewing some grass on the prairie. "Medium Well" was the demand from my lips to the space cadet when we finally flagged him down from the now bustiling three tables he was waiting on. He looked perplexed that I even suggested how I wanted my slab of cow done, but for a $10 burger it was my assumpion they would honor such a request.
Next time I'll busy myself with talking to the low-slung light fixtures left-over from Shakey's Pizza instead of asking for my meat not to moo back at me with every bite.
Next time I'll busy myself with talking to the low-slung light fixtures left-over from Shakey's Pizza instead of asking for my meat not to moo back at me with every bite.
Thanks for dropping by, now I've pleaded with the morons who continue to let Sanjajerqoiwrj make my ears bleed. Don't be an assface, just vote for Jesus boy and go back to your article in Tiger Beat about who broke Ashley's heart.
And if you're rooting for Edina in today's Class AA Minnesota High School hockey starting round, I hope you fall face first into the icy pavement while getting out of your Hummer.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Things Will Go Your Way
I felt like singing a Wilson Phillips song for BG last night as I feel the pain he’s going through with his job and hope there’s more chicken and frites goodness and less corporate politics in his future. I’ve always been a firm believer in the train of thought that hard work = being rewarded for that work.
This was a poker blog at one time and occasionally I mused about playing, strategy, and how to tilt even while playing $.50/$1 limit hold em or O8. The stakes have been raised, then lowered, then raised, then Fristed, and now I’m in grind mode. Grind does not equal playing ABC poker any longer and my spreadsheet has rewarded me with more ups and downs then found at the Bunny Ranch in Pahrump during the NBA All-Star weekend. The bad part is more variance to stomach; the good part is a steady increase in mobneys.
Did it really take me almost two years to become profitable solely on the cards and not how many raked hands I could blow through? The game has finally changed for me as I actually look back at hands now and become visually disgusted by some of my actions. Sure, I’ll bitch instantly about that “suckout”, but lately I’ve been replaying those hands that I wasted money on bad reads as the bankroll killers.
Twice last night I called down in a spot between two bettors knowing I was in-between the nut low and a strong high hand. Why? Because I had notes on the opponents for being weak and what better way to battle weak players with weak cards right?
** buzzer **
Sorry Johnny, for your stupidity, you just won our complimentary home version of “I've Got A Secret” (not an entirely horrible show on the Game Show Network) in which you tell yourself your secret and giggle for hours while scrolling through high school girls’ MySpace pages convincing yourself you are special enough for Mi$$y69 to be her personal friend.
I know I blamed PokerPeaker’s ability to sit down in an IM chat with me and instantly have some cold deck wipeout my night’s profit ala Macy in the “The Cooler”. The blame was squarely on my small shoulders, for the wasted bets that should never have sent an electronic pulse to Full Tilt’s servers stating “yes I’d like to give the frog icon some money”.
Did I mention I only lost $8 after counting nearly $200 lost in stupid bets/calls? Mental toughness is something I lack when I hear something like Phil’s cat claws-on-chalkboard-performance last night on Idol. If they needed someone to butcher a song and turn the number one show on TV into Billy’s Bar and Grill Thursday Karaoke and $1 tap beer/wings night, I’ll do it for a guest spot on “Girls Next Door” as the playmate’s special, slightly geekish, chalk white personal assistant for the day.
Grotto time, for the sake humanity, will not be aired.
Thanks for dropping by, now cast your votes America… and PLEASE don’t pick that kid Sanjayeyajaeyiuy with the dog chew toy pitched voice. His 15 minutes were up once the sister got the boot.
Edit: Due to laziness and a certain baby's penchant for waking daddy up at 1am... I spaced out on Pauly's latest "Truckin" issue!
1. Slices by Paul McGuire I'd spent most of my time partying hard doing blow with C-List actors while avoiding the daylight and roaming the city late at night during one of the most rowdy benders I'd undertaken in the past few years. We were vampires, sleeping during the days and partying every night until sunrise. I would not crash until 6 AM and by the time I'd wake up, everyone on the East Cast was leaving work for the day... More
2. The Next Block by Joe Speaker The crowd was a stew of unwashed urchins. My kind of people: musicians, writers and hustlers. Feast or famine in this town; the middle class doesn't pass the velvet rope, or lead the newscasts. Sally from Chatsworth is home making fucking meatloaf... More
3. Killing Independent George by Wil Wheaton We played on for another few levels, the clatter of shuffling chips frequently interrupted by the TD announcing the exit of famous actor after famous actor. I will admit that it felt good to be outlasting them., though I will also admit that it was the most Pyhrric of Pyhrric victories: where it really counts in Hollywood, they all have their names on call sheets, while I have mine on a blog... More
4. Everything You Need to Know About Driving in LA by Change100 In order to become a true L.A. driving warrior, you will sometimes have to be the asshole. This doesn't mean you're a bad person -- it only contributes to your overall savviness. By understanding that this attitude is just an unfortunately necessary part of your own survival, inner peace will come much easier... More
5. 15 Seconds by Dan Keston With minimal experience and a microscopic budget, I found a way to make a movie about kids and guns that was not only interesting enough to be one of sixteen selections out of five-thousand entries at the most prestigious festival in the world, but also the topic of a story on NPR and the lovechild of the largest gun lobby in Washington... More
6. Three Strikes and You're In by Dr. Tim Lavalli It was then that I realized I may have made a mistake trying to have a 'break-up' dinner here. Becca's gastronomic creations always put me at ease but ease was not the best place for easily ending a relationship. Besides the vaunted 'do it in public break-up' was a cowardly way out... More
This was a poker blog at one time and occasionally I mused about playing, strategy, and how to tilt even while playing $.50/$1 limit hold em or O8. The stakes have been raised, then lowered, then raised, then Fristed, and now I’m in grind mode. Grind does not equal playing ABC poker any longer and my spreadsheet has rewarded me with more ups and downs then found at the Bunny Ranch in Pahrump during the NBA All-Star weekend. The bad part is more variance to stomach; the good part is a steady increase in mobneys.
Did it really take me almost two years to become profitable solely on the cards and not how many raked hands I could blow through? The game has finally changed for me as I actually look back at hands now and become visually disgusted by some of my actions. Sure, I’ll bitch instantly about that “suckout”, but lately I’ve been replaying those hands that I wasted money on bad reads as the bankroll killers.
Twice last night I called down in a spot between two bettors knowing I was in-between the nut low and a strong high hand. Why? Because I had notes on the opponents for being weak and what better way to battle weak players with weak cards right?
** buzzer **
Sorry Johnny, for your stupidity, you just won our complimentary home version of “I've Got A Secret” (not an entirely horrible show on the Game Show Network) in which you tell yourself your secret and giggle for hours while scrolling through high school girls’ MySpace pages convincing yourself you are special enough for Mi$$y69 to be her personal friend.
I know I blamed PokerPeaker’s ability to sit down in an IM chat with me and instantly have some cold deck wipeout my night’s profit ala Macy in the “The Cooler”. The blame was squarely on my small shoulders, for the wasted bets that should never have sent an electronic pulse to Full Tilt’s servers stating “yes I’d like to give the frog icon some money”.
Did I mention I only lost $8 after counting nearly $200 lost in stupid bets/calls? Mental toughness is something I lack when I hear something like Phil’s cat claws-on-chalkboard-performance last night on Idol. If they needed someone to butcher a song and turn the number one show on TV into Billy’s Bar and Grill Thursday Karaoke and $1 tap beer/wings night, I’ll do it for a guest spot on “Girls Next Door” as the playmate’s special, slightly geekish, chalk white personal assistant for the day.
Grotto time, for the sake humanity, will not be aired.
Thanks for dropping by, now cast your votes America… and PLEASE don’t pick that kid Sanjayeyajaeyiuy with the dog chew toy pitched voice. His 15 minutes were up once the sister got the boot.
Edit: Due to laziness and a certain baby's penchant for waking daddy up at 1am... I spaced out on Pauly's latest "Truckin" issue!
1. Slices by Paul McGuire I'd spent most of my time partying hard doing blow with C-List actors while avoiding the daylight and roaming the city late at night during one of the most rowdy benders I'd undertaken in the past few years. We were vampires, sleeping during the days and partying every night until sunrise. I would not crash until 6 AM and by the time I'd wake up, everyone on the East Cast was leaving work for the day... More
2. The Next Block by Joe Speaker The crowd was a stew of unwashed urchins. My kind of people: musicians, writers and hustlers. Feast or famine in this town; the middle class doesn't pass the velvet rope, or lead the newscasts. Sally from Chatsworth is home making fucking meatloaf... More
3. Killing Independent George by Wil Wheaton We played on for another few levels, the clatter of shuffling chips frequently interrupted by the TD announcing the exit of famous actor after famous actor. I will admit that it felt good to be outlasting them., though I will also admit that it was the most Pyhrric of Pyhrric victories: where it really counts in Hollywood, they all have their names on call sheets, while I have mine on a blog... More
4. Everything You Need to Know About Driving in LA by Change100 In order to become a true L.A. driving warrior, you will sometimes have to be the asshole. This doesn't mean you're a bad person -- it only contributes to your overall savviness. By understanding that this attitude is just an unfortunately necessary part of your own survival, inner peace will come much easier... More
5. 15 Seconds by Dan Keston With minimal experience and a microscopic budget, I found a way to make a movie about kids and guns that was not only interesting enough to be one of sixteen selections out of five-thousand entries at the most prestigious festival in the world, but also the topic of a story on NPR and the lovechild of the largest gun lobby in Washington... More
6. Three Strikes and You're In by Dr. Tim Lavalli It was then that I realized I may have made a mistake trying to have a 'break-up' dinner here. Becca's gastronomic creations always put me at ease but ease was not the best place for easily ending a relationship. Besides the vaunted 'do it in public break-up' was a cowardly way out... More
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Bowling For Dollars
Four casino trips in one month.
I have a sick, Grubby-like fetish for slot machines and in need a patch or something.
Anyone have a suggestion on a plan of attack so I don't find myself trying to tunnel out of my cubical with a spoon to go on a much anticipated trip in September? The only way I can afford the trip is if I manage to make it through these four trips without putting a serious dent into my relatively meager bankroll:
Grand Casino Hinckley (Poker room, bar, going with only the wife who only plays slots)
Black Bear Casino (Will be trashed from bowling tourney, small poker room, going with mom who gets free showtickets at Mystic Lake for playing strickly penny slots)
Las Vegas staying at MGM Grand (I hear they have a salad bar and Krispy Kremes **this trip worries me the most**)
Treasure Island Minnesota (Willl be trashed from a bowling tourney, going with brother-in-law who splits tens with a dealer ten showing, they do have a small poker room that I have not given away money at yet)
I ask thee wise and powerful gambling sages for thy knowledge. Amen.
Thanks for dropping by, now did anyone have Nadia going to the final four for the NBC Heads-up Championship? Me thinks its the year to pick a mid-major for Pauly's pool.
I have a sick, Grubby-like fetish for slot machines and in need a patch or something.
Anyone have a suggestion on a plan of attack so I don't find myself trying to tunnel out of my cubical with a spoon to go on a much anticipated trip in September? The only way I can afford the trip is if I manage to make it through these four trips without putting a serious dent into my relatively meager bankroll:
Grand Casino Hinckley (Poker room, bar, going with only the wife who only plays slots)
Black Bear Casino (Will be trashed from bowling tourney, small poker room, going with mom who gets free showtickets at Mystic Lake for playing strickly penny slots)
Las Vegas staying at MGM Grand (I hear they have a salad bar and Krispy Kremes **this trip worries me the most**)
Treasure Island Minnesota (Willl be trashed from a bowling tourney, going with brother-in-law who splits tens with a dealer ten showing, they do have a small poker room that I have not given away money at yet)
I ask thee wise and powerful gambling sages for thy knowledge. Amen.
Thanks for dropping by, now did anyone have Nadia going to the final four for the NBC Heads-up Championship? Me thinks its the year to pick a mid-major for Pauly's pool.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Is That What Metrosexual Smells Like?
My instinct is telling me someone won’t want to watch Sportscenter this morning. And what will happen to Posh’s TV show?!?! THE HORROR! Of course the knee injury could just require some ice and a Swedish rub and tug to get this national treasure back to booting free kicks for $250 million.
I love this line from from Gary Lineker on Beckham’s move to the States…
“Of course, bringing back Beckham, who has 94 caps, could only be considered a short-term fix because, when he moves to the United States in the summer, he is going into semi-retirement.
"That is what is happening. I know what it is like because I went through it when I moved into Japanese football.
"The standards will be lower and he will be a long way from home. That will definitely be the end for him."
Wish I could make $250 million while semi-retiring. Maybe I’ll just win the WSOP Main Event ten times in a row while qualifying each year via a forty frequent player’s point freeroll on PokerStars. If Stars is still around when I’m busy counting the number of smallmouth bass and PBR’s left in my livewell on a Wednesday afternoon while living off my reverse annuity funded by porn stock and recycled diet coke with lime cans.
That’s also assuming the WSOP doesn’t crumble into nothingness by the time I retire. Might even be a stretch that the WSOP (as we know it) would last until Wyatt gets his first detention for mooning the teacher after disagreeing with her views on global warming in a few years.
Everyone else have a good weekend? Anyone need two feet of snow to get their snowboarding itch scratched? I got plenty of the white stuff and no yellow snow unless the deer in my backyard couldn’t make it back to their outhouse. Was fun sledding once we navigated to the hill through almost waist-deep powder, of course that meant bringing Wyatt back up the hill in his sled giving me and the spouse a badly needed workout (one month to Las Vegas and frightening people with our ghost white complexions).
As for poker, I started the weekend off with hating life while cursing the RNG, and ended on a slightly higher note as I booked a profitable weekend and started collecting tokens for a run on those Full Tilt bracelet races. The WSOP PLO8 tourney is $1,500 and the only way I’ll play is to win one of those bracelet race packages. Since I hate spending more then $20 for a tournament buy-ins, tokens will be my ticket to the Rio this summer.
I was going to pimp the Pokeronmac freeroll from last night but something strange happened on the way to iPod nirvana… Full Tilt’s servers decided to crap out.
Again.
On a Sunday when their biggest tourneys are running.
C’mon guys, I know how hard you’re working but this isn’t helping retain old players while market grabbing the new ones without the help of Jesus’ samba dancing skillz. Site stability should be priority number one in these skittish times, make it happen as Stars still pulled in 6,700+ for their Sunday Million.
I usually type after a bad beat… “unreal” which describes my shock that my gamble didn't work but it also shows my confusion as to how their Sunday tourney manages to get stronger and stronger. On the cash game side.. its too bad the PLO8 sharks are starting to swim in my little $100 6-max ponds as I’ve enjoyed a good run on those tables lately (knock on wood).
A final question to those with little tax deductions running/crawling around the house… your child wants to play after you’ve spent the past two hours re-setting the plastic pins of his Fisher-Price bowling set and now its time for your weekly dozing off during whatever golf tourney is on.
How do you say “no, daddy needs to pass out”?
Looking into his eyes, so eager to play, it hurts to refuse his unlimited energy while my tank is sitting firmly on “needs a nap”.
Thanks for dropping by, now those people who enjoy Minnesota High School hockey… Burnsville walked away from top ranked Holy Angels over the weekend with the state regional title. Think Gophers losing to Holy Something in last year’s NCAA hockey tourney and you’ll get the same feel for the upset.
Edit: The state tourney starts Wednesday... I wondered why I couldn't find the championship game on this weekend. And yes Mike, no Spuds :(
I love this line from from Gary Lineker on Beckham’s move to the States…
“Of course, bringing back Beckham, who has 94 caps, could only be considered a short-term fix because, when he moves to the United States in the summer, he is going into semi-retirement.
"That is what is happening. I know what it is like because I went through it when I moved into Japanese football.
"The standards will be lower and he will be a long way from home. That will definitely be the end for him."
Wish I could make $250 million while semi-retiring. Maybe I’ll just win the WSOP Main Event ten times in a row while qualifying each year via a forty frequent player’s point freeroll on PokerStars. If Stars is still around when I’m busy counting the number of smallmouth bass and PBR’s left in my livewell on a Wednesday afternoon while living off my reverse annuity funded by porn stock and recycled diet coke with lime cans.
That’s also assuming the WSOP doesn’t crumble into nothingness by the time I retire. Might even be a stretch that the WSOP (as we know it) would last until Wyatt gets his first detention for mooning the teacher after disagreeing with her views on global warming in a few years.
Everyone else have a good weekend? Anyone need two feet of snow to get their snowboarding itch scratched? I got plenty of the white stuff and no yellow snow unless the deer in my backyard couldn’t make it back to their outhouse. Was fun sledding once we navigated to the hill through almost waist-deep powder, of course that meant bringing Wyatt back up the hill in his sled giving me and the spouse a badly needed workout (one month to Las Vegas and frightening people with our ghost white complexions).
As for poker, I started the weekend off with hating life while cursing the RNG, and ended on a slightly higher note as I booked a profitable weekend and started collecting tokens for a run on those Full Tilt bracelet races. The WSOP PLO8 tourney is $1,500 and the only way I’ll play is to win one of those bracelet race packages. Since I hate spending more then $20 for a tournament buy-ins, tokens will be my ticket to the Rio this summer.
I was going to pimp the Pokeronmac freeroll from last night but something strange happened on the way to iPod nirvana… Full Tilt’s servers decided to crap out.
Again.
On a Sunday when their biggest tourneys are running.
C’mon guys, I know how hard you’re working but this isn’t helping retain old players while market grabbing the new ones without the help of Jesus’ samba dancing skillz. Site stability should be priority number one in these skittish times, make it happen as Stars still pulled in 6,700+ for their Sunday Million.
I usually type after a bad beat… “unreal” which describes my shock that my gamble didn't work but it also shows my confusion as to how their Sunday tourney manages to get stronger and stronger. On the cash game side.. its too bad the PLO8 sharks are starting to swim in my little $100 6-max ponds as I’ve enjoyed a good run on those tables lately (knock on wood).
A final question to those with little tax deductions running/crawling around the house… your child wants to play after you’ve spent the past two hours re-setting the plastic pins of his Fisher-Price bowling set and now its time for your weekly dozing off during whatever golf tourney is on.
How do you say “no, daddy needs to pass out”?
Looking into his eyes, so eager to play, it hurts to refuse his unlimited energy while my tank is sitting firmly on “needs a nap”.
Thanks for dropping by, now those people who enjoy Minnesota High School hockey… Burnsville walked away from top ranked Holy Angels over the weekend with the state regional title. Think Gophers losing to Holy Something in last year’s NCAA hockey tourney and you’ll get the same feel for the upset.
Edit: The state tourney starts Wednesday... I wondered why I couldn't find the championship game on this weekend. And yes Mike, no Spuds :(
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Blogger Pods 2!
I’m registered in the free BloggerPods poker tournament Online poker
Ok, include one more donkey. :)
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Have Shovel, Will Travel
Wife got a snow day, I got a shovel day.
After shoveling the equivilent of more first downs then the Vikes offense could manage this
year, there's a TV and a baby calling my name for the rest of the weekend.
After shoveling the equivilent of more first downs then the Vikes offense could manage this
year, there's a TV and a baby calling my name for the rest of the weekend.
Thursday, March 01, 2007
I'll Take "Things That Shouldn't Matter" for $400, Alex
More nauseating:
The daily reality show about Anna Nicole's death (see any Hollyweird "TV Magazine" show or E!)
or
A show about Posh Spice picking out a new ottoman for her recliner while she thinks about finally eating a sandwich this week.
or
Taking a big gulp of orange juice when you were expecting milk.
Make sure you're keeping up with the Pokernews crew for their L.A. Classic coverage... JC Tran continues to lead but WSOP Main Event runner up Paul Wasicka is close behind in second. Daddy-approved CHOW GANG! has made another WPT final table, he's the short stack when the cameras light up today for the final table.
Thanks for dropping by, now do I really have to acknowledge that Maigrey's pep talk with me last month about not taking shots without having the proper bankroll to not care about a few stackings helped me have a solid in-the-black month on the cash game tables in February?
Say it ain't so. I hate it when she's right.
And if you've been living under one of Anna Nicole's 100% real tities... Iggy is back and ubering under the old, ratty blanket that puts a smile on your face and a stripper in your lap while you dream. Welcome back Guinness and Poker damnit!
The daily reality show about Anna Nicole's death (see any Hollyweird "TV Magazine" show or E!)
or
A show about Posh Spice picking out a new ottoman for her recliner while she thinks about finally eating a sandwich this week.
or
Taking a big gulp of orange juice when you were expecting milk.
Make sure you're keeping up with the Pokernews crew for their L.A. Classic coverage... JC Tran continues to lead but WSOP Main Event runner up Paul Wasicka is close behind in second. Daddy-approved CHOW GANG! has made another WPT final table, he's the short stack when the cameras light up today for the final table.
Thanks for dropping by, now do I really have to acknowledge that Maigrey's pep talk with me last month about not taking shots without having the proper bankroll to not care about a few stackings helped me have a solid in-the-black month on the cash game tables in February?
Say it ain't so. I hate it when she's right.
And if you've been living under one of Anna Nicole's 100% real tities... Iggy is back and ubering under the old, ratty blanket that puts a smile on your face and a stripper in your lap while you dream. Welcome back Guinness and Poker damnit!
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