Thursday, March 06, 2008

One Day You're the Champ...

... the next day you're a bad beat story.

Lost a $100 playing PLO8 with no spectacular stories, immediately turned off all five tables and by the time my head hit the pillow I was de-tilted and dreaming of getting pulled over for a ticket by a busty cop, and was told she'd need to take me back to her place to search for illegal weapons.

Corny, and cue up the 70s porn music.

Since I don't want to talk poker for the rest of the week unless some vortex allows me to weave through the Riverchasers field, here's a video of The Rooster's sparring partner to get him ready for Gentile Summit '08.

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