Clareified

I’m back at the hotel room, blogging in the living room -and thus risking the wrath of Mary. It was a looong day for me. I played in a poker tournament (details here for those of you into that kind of thing.) I came in 7 out of 87 people and won enough to pay for my flight out here. If and here I quote “I don’t play another hand of poker while I’m out here.”
Tournaments can be grueling. Some guy bluffs you, or the dealer “accidentally” mucks your dang cards or you get crap cards for an hour, and your head hurts, you’re in a bad mood and start to want your mommy. But I had fun, played most of the time with someone I knew from New York, so there was a lot of friendly chatter. And not so friendly. I am pretty sure the IC punched me in my face. “That’s how he shows affection,” Karol chimed in. Do you think I need to give her that hotline number. You know the one I keep leaving for G-train whenever he mentions CK beating him?
Because this is a poker tournament with people who love poker so much they have to write about playing poker, there was also side betting on who would win. HighonPoker – aka Jordan – bet on EVERYONE from New York to win. Except. ME. So, naturally, I did what I usually do in this scenario, I bet on myself. Sure enough I outlasted EVERYONE on his list and won third in the side betting pool, not to mention my own winnings for 7th place.
So, you know, thanks Jordan!
Anyway, I should get back to memorizing New England linebackers (ooh let me quiz myself): Seau, Vrabel, Bruschi, dammit.
You know, I’m starting think Ck made up this whole bet so I would be sitting in a hotel room in Vegas at 12:42 am on A SATURDAY night memorizing New England linebackers. I bet she already has my personalized shirt for me and when I get to the quiz tomorrow she’ll say that I’ve already won just by playing. It’ll be like that Yellow brick road story where it’ll turn out that I had my fanness in me all along.
Eh, who am I kidding, that bitch is so laughing in my face if I get anything less than 20 right. Back to the books.

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