Tomorrow is going to be a good day. On tap is a poker tournament at 1pm (yay) and then......
The New England Patriots VS The Denver Broncos
Tom Terrific VS Mediocrity (but religious!)
I LOL at anyone who thinks this could even be a close game. No. It wouldn't have been close at Mile High Stadium and it surely won't be close at Gillette. That being said, I will be enjoying it very much. I figure I should be home from the tourney by 6pm, which will give me enough time to get my sweats on and settle in for the show.
For my post fantasy football league I need The Pats to win and GB too for that matter. I don't think this will be a problem. :) It's going to be a fun Saturday.
Let's get back to poker for a moment. The last time I played at this private club I did quite badly. I'll be up against a field where over 50% of the players do not play basic poker well, as well as Pokah Dave (awesome dude) his sister and girlfriend. A lot of baaaaaaad poker players and a few great ones. Such is life. My goal is to outlast Pokah Dave, and I will.
Remember my friend Tony from Vegas? He's the guy who grinds out low limit poker and then loses thousands of dollars in video black jack so he can get a free fucking room. That guy. I was trying to help him stay away from the machines and build his roll. Futile, I know. He's addicted, I know. Yet, I thought with a little support from a friend he might be able to make it through a week, see/learn that if he stayed away his roll would build. Dumb, I know. He's been winning money at poker and losing even more than he's won at video black jack. I offered him an incentive if he'd stay away from it for a week.
I offered it one last time.
He accept the offer.
And then put about $500 in a machine after 3 days of not.
Of course all the neanderthals at his blog thought I offered a picture of my boobs, a web cam show of said boobs, and I dunno what else. Oh yes, I do! I was also told I had "tired boobs" (wrong!) that I had maternal instincts for a 42 yr old man and that I was like one of those women who marry guys on deathrow. That was nice. I listened to all their shiat and kept my temper under control....well, for me anyway. <---miracle right there. My point is I took a lot of shit, something I don't normally do, because I felt being supportive was more important than telling someone to fuck off. Unfortunately, Tony thinks it's more important to play machine games that are -EV than keep his roll intact. I suppose we all make our choices. This is America.
Trying to get Tony to stop machines is like a tail trying to wag a dog.
Anyway, since it's never going to happen I may as well tell you what Tony was going to get if he managed 7 days as a poker player exclusively.
I was going to send a package to his POBox that contained:
Walgreens Gift Card, $50 - Tony said he was in walking distance to a Walgreens.
Burger King Gift Card, $50 - Yum! Actually, I much prefer McDonalds.
Money Belt - This is a concealed wallet typically worn while travelling to prevent pick pocketing I suppose. It is worn strapped around the waist under your shirt. Tony keeps his money in his sock and I thought this would be a good alternative. Bummer is I already bought it online. I will give it to Evan tonight though and I am sure he'll think it's cool. Lord knows, I would never strap bulk to my waist.
Toothbrushes, toothpaste, mouthwash and listerine strips. Just in case he used the Walgreens card for something else.
2 new polo shirts and a couple of poker tshirts.
My copy of Mike Matesow's biography
Granted there would no pictures of tits in the package, but it would still be a decent haul. Obv not as exciting as pushing buttons on a machine like a monkey, and then swearing at said machine.
I'd rather think about poker and football.
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