Salt in the Wound

As you can imagine I was completely devastated to find out that I couldn't play in my first WPT event after flying down to AC.  Worse I found myself stuck there midweek with no big juicy tournaments to play.  I mean the largest ones were $100 buyins.

Worst still was being out of work for three days.  I usually don't take more than one day off at a time but I juggled meetings and committments to make it work. That coupled with the fact that I'd been away for the weekend prior to the AC trip so I spent like 6 days away from my Sugar Bear - which I totally would not have done for a $100 tourney obv.

The supreme waste of time was the most upsetting.

Till now.

I received this email that pretty much rubbed salt in my gaping wound.  Wanna see it?

wait...you *never* even got to play at the borgata?????? you flew down to atlantic city to sit in crappy harrahs and play poker for a few days? that is unreal. please tell me that isnt true.


When I first read that my thought was....forgive me but it was....."I will cut his balls off and wear them for earrings".  Okay so I'm a little hot-headed.
 
He can't help it if he has no empathy....he's a lawyer!
 
Josie
 

Comments

Josie said…
That's a nice way of putting it!

I was having some "intrusive thoughts" about him.
September 22, 2011 at 3:06 PM
Hammer Player a.k.a Hoyazo said…
Btw your poor earlobes could not support those earrings you are talking about.
September 22, 2011 at 3:07 PM
lightning36 said…
Which one of you three is Curly?
September 22, 2011 at 4:11 PM
PokahDave said…
due to Steroid use his balls have shriveled to pea sized pearls like JC Romero (the hero of his Phillies World Series winning team who won 2 games in that series).
September 23, 2011 at 11:57 AM
Josie said…
ROFLLLLLLLLLL

Dave you're awesome. Easily the best comment in recent memory.
September 23, 2011 at 11:59 AM
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