Saturday, March 12, 2005
Day 1 - A Success
Night number one of our two-night event went very well.
Will and I headed to the booze store and walked out with 240 bucks worth of goods. We actually charged last night, for a change, and made some back, but we still have a little ways to go today.
Last night was just full of entertainment, we had a few female freshman basketball players doing multiple keg stands. Zach, one day removed from his 19th birthday, experienced his first keg stand.
I gave a Zach a birthday shot, which he took without waiting to toast it with Deano, so I made him take another one. We take care of people at the 213.
Aside from having to constantly guard my computer from Syrj so he doesn't change my home page to gay.com or put Patrick Swayze pictures on my background (yeah, that's the kind of friends I have), the night was a hit.
Some dude from Antigo was in the kitchen listening to people's conversations until he was able to get someone's name, then he went up to that person and used their name to ask for a cig. It was hilarious to watch. When he finally found a cig to bum, he went outside to smoke it, came back in and ran into the keg, twice, he was kind of like a wind-up toy that you set free and it just keeps running into the same wall over and again because it can't turn.
I got out of bed at like 6 or so to find some dude I had never fucking seen before pissing in our kitchen sink. I said, "Dude, you're fucking pissing in the sink, you know that?" He nods and continues the pissing. So I threw him outside and told him to get the fuck out of here. Then my conscience tapped me on the shoulder, so I asked him if he went to school here. He does. I asked him where he lives. He didn't know. I asked if he knew his address. He did not. So I couldn't send this fucker out into the cold morning in such a state. I didn't want to be responsible for the next kid who died trying to walk on water. So, figuring his tank was empty, I put him on the love seat and told him that the next time he moves better be in the direction of the door. He passed out right away.
One female basketball player, who I'll keep anonymous, came to me with open hands and said I need something to drink. I led her into the kitchen, grabbed a keg cup and said, "Five bucks." She looked at my puzzled and said, "I have to pay? But I play basketball." Oh man...
I woke this morning to Jesse making a killer breakfast... eggs, sausages, bacon, muffins ... excellent. I had a beer with my morning meal, took Shanza and Nicole home and then crashed hard for the next 4-5 hours. Nap is over. Let's get fucked up.
Until The Next Time.
Will and I headed to the booze store and walked out with 240 bucks worth of goods. We actually charged last night, for a change, and made some back, but we still have a little ways to go today.
Last night was just full of entertainment, we had a few female freshman basketball players doing multiple keg stands. Zach, one day removed from his 19th birthday, experienced his first keg stand.
I gave a Zach a birthday shot, which he took without waiting to toast it with Deano, so I made him take another one. We take care of people at the 213.
Aside from having to constantly guard my computer from Syrj so he doesn't change my home page to gay.com or put Patrick Swayze pictures on my background (yeah, that's the kind of friends I have), the night was a hit.
Some dude from Antigo was in the kitchen listening to people's conversations until he was able to get someone's name, then he went up to that person and used their name to ask for a cig. It was hilarious to watch. When he finally found a cig to bum, he went outside to smoke it, came back in and ran into the keg, twice, he was kind of like a wind-up toy that you set free and it just keeps running into the same wall over and again because it can't turn.
I got out of bed at like 6 or so to find some dude I had never fucking seen before pissing in our kitchen sink. I said, "Dude, you're fucking pissing in the sink, you know that?" He nods and continues the pissing. So I threw him outside and told him to get the fuck out of here. Then my conscience tapped me on the shoulder, so I asked him if he went to school here. He does. I asked him where he lives. He didn't know. I asked if he knew his address. He did not. So I couldn't send this fucker out into the cold morning in such a state. I didn't want to be responsible for the next kid who died trying to walk on water. So, figuring his tank was empty, I put him on the love seat and told him that the next time he moves better be in the direction of the door. He passed out right away.
One female basketball player, who I'll keep anonymous, came to me with open hands and said I need something to drink. I led her into the kitchen, grabbed a keg cup and said, "Five bucks." She looked at my puzzled and said, "I have to pay? But I play basketball." Oh man...
I woke this morning to Jesse making a killer breakfast... eggs, sausages, bacon, muffins ... excellent. I had a beer with my morning meal, took Shanza and Nicole home and then crashed hard for the next 4-5 hours. Nap is over. Let's get fucked up.
Until The Next Time.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Time
Steve Hansen died, a biology teacher at Wausau East; he was only 39 years old.
I had him for biology my freshman year, but did not see much of him after that.
I earned a solid D in the 2nd quarter of that year.
So, to all those grieving his death, or any death, here is my recommendation:
Write down your memories. Write down all the things that you loved and hated about him. Write down the things that will instantaneously bring him back in your mind. Because immediately following a death you are going to hear all sorts of things about him from people who may not have known him as well as you did. You are going to hear cliches and generalizations that might cause your own detailed memories to fog over and lose the vivid nature that makes them truly yours and truly accurate. Write down who is he to you, so that if you start to forget one day, you always have your writings to fall back on so you can reclaim your relationship with him.
People will tell you that "he won't be forgotten." But what does that mean? After 9/11 we saw so many bumper stickers that read "Never Forget." Well I'll never forget my first beer, so what significance does that give the phrase "We'll never forget..." It is a nice sentiment and nobody should feel bad about using it, but I think there are things that could be said and written that mean much more. There are tons of things you'll never forget in your life; I think a person deserves more than that.
Death is one of those elusive things that intitially evades your hands and your mind. You feel like you should be able to grasp it, yet it exists in the air, like a leaf falling from a tree, it will float about in the wind, taking its time to fall, until it settles on the ground. Only time allows death to hit home.
Until Later.
I had him for biology my freshman year, but did not see much of him after that.
I earned a solid D in the 2nd quarter of that year.
So, to all those grieving his death, or any death, here is my recommendation:
Write down your memories. Write down all the things that you loved and hated about him. Write down the things that will instantaneously bring him back in your mind. Because immediately following a death you are going to hear all sorts of things about him from people who may not have known him as well as you did. You are going to hear cliches and generalizations that might cause your own detailed memories to fog over and lose the vivid nature that makes them truly yours and truly accurate. Write down who is he to you, so that if you start to forget one day, you always have your writings to fall back on so you can reclaim your relationship with him.
People will tell you that "he won't be forgotten." But what does that mean? After 9/11 we saw so many bumper stickers that read "Never Forget." Well I'll never forget my first beer, so what significance does that give the phrase "We'll never forget..." It is a nice sentiment and nobody should feel bad about using it, but I think there are things that could be said and written that mean much more. There are tons of things you'll never forget in your life; I think a person deserves more than that.
Death is one of those elusive things that intitially evades your hands and your mind. You feel like you should be able to grasp it, yet it exists in the air, like a leaf falling from a tree, it will float about in the wind, taking its time to fall, until it settles on the ground. Only time allows death to hit home.
Until Later.
The Deets Identity
The OC -
Julie Cooper in a porno? Marissa and Ryan getting back together? Seth and Summer happy as can be? Sandy and Kirsten over the Rebecca thing?
It appears as if the writers are ready to correct the wrongs they've made in the first half of this season. I sense that the basis of what made the first season good will be reappearing for, aside from brief moments, the first time this season.
We will get back to the Cohen Family making quick, witty remarks about their neighbors and extended family.
We will get back to the show playing, in a light-hearted manner, with the awkward things that high school kids go through all the time, such as Seth's and Summer's first moink session last season.
There will still be drama surrounding Ryan, judging from the previews. Will Alex be the next Anna or Lindsay? Probably, which is funny because they have already pretty much written off Jesse's two favorite characters, Anna and Lindsay. At least they made an Anna referance tonight; Jesse dug that quite a bit.
The Cohen Family could also play some role in reuniting her with her family or some shit. I could see that happening.
I really hope Seth and Ryan find out about the Julie Cooper porno next week. Sandy and Seth could have some hilarious conversations about that.
And, here is this to think about: Her porn is called The Porn Identity. Robery Ludlum wrote the novel The Bourne Identity in 1980. It was made-for-TV movie in 1988, but the title didn't hit extreme pop culture popularity until the 2002 film starring Matt Damon. So, a few questions:
1) When was the porn made? Well, I'm guessing Julie married in her early twenties, had Marissa shortly after, who is something like 17? So that makes Julies maybe 39-40. So she probably made that porn 5 years after Ludlum's original novel came out.
2) Was the novel a big enough hit in 1980 to warrant a porn adopting its name, much like Saving Ryan's Privates and Foreskin Gump did? And, if it was, did too much time elapse between the novel's release and the porno's release for the title to be relevant?
I would have to say that the writers either a) neglected the fact that a porn would probably in no way have been named The Porn Identity at the time it was probably made or b) acknowledged that fact, but chose to ignore it because it is a funny title.
Either way, I don't like it. Small thing, but I don't like it. Let's say she made the porno 20 years ago in 1985. What could they have named it?
If you are going to name a porno after some icon of pop culture, I think you have a maximum of a two year window of things from which to reference.
Possibilities:
I think the writers missed huge on titling this porno. The film Octopussy came out in 1983, I mean c'mon... could they have thrown themselves a meatier, right-down-the-middle-of-the-plate fastball than that? No. But we must remember that this is network TV, so we excuse that one.
Other 1983 Movie with potential title rip-offs: Risky Business, Sudden Impact, Return of the Jedi, Trading Places -- How about... Trading Partners or Return of the Pizza Guy, since Julie's character had apparently already slept with him but then she got amnesia... awwwwww...
1984: Bachelor Party (another gimme), Ghostbusters
1985: Back to the Future, Spies Like Us, The Breakfest Club, Pee Wee's Big Adventure, Teen Wolf
All of those titles lend themselves to be made into porno titles. So, now that that is off my mind.
What's Next?
Until I figure that out.
Julie Cooper in a porno? Marissa and Ryan getting back together? Seth and Summer happy as can be? Sandy and Kirsten over the Rebecca thing?
It appears as if the writers are ready to correct the wrongs they've made in the first half of this season. I sense that the basis of what made the first season good will be reappearing for, aside from brief moments, the first time this season.
We will get back to the Cohen Family making quick, witty remarks about their neighbors and extended family.
We will get back to the show playing, in a light-hearted manner, with the awkward things that high school kids go through all the time, such as Seth's and Summer's first moink session last season.
There will still be drama surrounding Ryan, judging from the previews. Will Alex be the next Anna or Lindsay? Probably, which is funny because they have already pretty much written off Jesse's two favorite characters, Anna and Lindsay. At least they made an Anna referance tonight; Jesse dug that quite a bit.
The Cohen Family could also play some role in reuniting her with her family or some shit. I could see that happening.
I really hope Seth and Ryan find out about the Julie Cooper porno next week. Sandy and Seth could have some hilarious conversations about that.
And, here is this to think about: Her porn is called The Porn Identity. Robery Ludlum wrote the novel The Bourne Identity in 1980. It was made-for-TV movie in 1988, but the title didn't hit extreme pop culture popularity until the 2002 film starring Matt Damon. So, a few questions:
1) When was the porn made? Well, I'm guessing Julie married in her early twenties, had Marissa shortly after, who is something like 17? So that makes Julies maybe 39-40. So she probably made that porn 5 years after Ludlum's original novel came out.
2) Was the novel a big enough hit in 1980 to warrant a porn adopting its name, much like Saving Ryan's Privates and Foreskin Gump did? And, if it was, did too much time elapse between the novel's release and the porno's release for the title to be relevant?
I would have to say that the writers either a) neglected the fact that a porn would probably in no way have been named The Porn Identity at the time it was probably made or b) acknowledged that fact, but chose to ignore it because it is a funny title.
Either way, I don't like it. Small thing, but I don't like it. Let's say she made the porno 20 years ago in 1985. What could they have named it?
If you are going to name a porno after some icon of pop culture, I think you have a maximum of a two year window of things from which to reference.
Possibilities:
I think the writers missed huge on titling this porno. The film Octopussy came out in 1983, I mean c'mon... could they have thrown themselves a meatier, right-down-the-middle-of-the-plate fastball than that? No. But we must remember that this is network TV, so we excuse that one.
Other 1983 Movie with potential title rip-offs: Risky Business, Sudden Impact, Return of the Jedi, Trading Places -- How about... Trading Partners or Return of the Pizza Guy, since Julie's character had apparently already slept with him but then she got amnesia... awwwwww...
1984: Bachelor Party (another gimme), Ghostbusters
1985: Back to the Future, Spies Like Us, The Breakfest Club, Pee Wee's Big Adventure, Teen Wolf
All of those titles lend themselves to be made into porno titles. So, now that that is off my mind.
What's Next?
Until I figure that out.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Buddy Up!
UW-Milwaukee is my new pick to win it all in the NCAA tournament, simply because I would love to see how they celebrate that after pulling off this celebration when they won their conference tournament. We may need to employ the buddy system this weekend.
Party on, Readers!
Party on, Deets!
Party on, Readers!
Party on, Deets!
The Committee calls George W. Bush to testify...
Throw up your Red Flags! The government is coming! The government is coming!
That's right, Congress has subpoenaed 11 baseball players to testify about steroids.
These are MLB baseball players who are in no way connected to the government nor are they public property.
The US Government doesn't own the league or these teams. So why the fuck would they think they can bring in these players to use them for their own advantage?
What advantage are they using them for? Well, President Bush brought up steroids in his State of the Union address, so I'm sure there is pressure from the White House to make it look like Washington is interested in "doing something" about the alleged steroid problem. Also, individually, the members of this committee are using this to bolster their own reputations.
Dennis Kucinish, the very troll looking senator from Ohio, said that the hearing is no way a "witch hunt" and that they are looking to protect young players who idolize major leaguers - sounds like political bullshit to me.
Well, I think it is a witch hunt. Otherwise why didn't they subpoena guys like Omar Visquel or Doug Meaerknkdstz, two very respectable veterans of MLB?
And, say they "find" something, what are they going to do about it? All they really can do is make steroid laws tougher; they can't touch MLB's testing policies or penalties.
Why doesn't Congress start subpoenaing snowboarders or skateboarders (yes, stereotype on the way) and asking them about marijuana use amongst pros?
This was well said (from cnn.com): "It is absolutely beyond the legal pale," MLB attorney Stan Brand told reporters Wednesday afternoon. "It is an excessive and unprecedented use of congressional power."
And this: In addition, the MLB and the players' union possess "legitimate privacy interests. Highly private and sensitive information has been gathered and shared in the course of the development of their new drug testing program."
This whole scene is absolutely preposterous. I think all members in Congress, the Senate, or in the White House who had anything to do with this need to be punished or forced to resign.
This is the shit that really pisses me off. Even if we were talking about drug use about professional housekeepers, I'm still getting pissed.
And, they say they are interested in finding out why baseball looked the other way, if this is true, then why not subpoena George W. Bush to testify, he, after all, was an owner during the beginning of the alleged steroid era and was also an accused in the Canseco book.
So, again, fuck the government.
Until I Get Deported.
That's right, Congress has subpoenaed 11 baseball players to testify about steroids.
These are MLB baseball players who are in no way connected to the government nor are they public property.
The US Government doesn't own the league or these teams. So why the fuck would they think they can bring in these players to use them for their own advantage?
What advantage are they using them for? Well, President Bush brought up steroids in his State of the Union address, so I'm sure there is pressure from the White House to make it look like Washington is interested in "doing something" about the alleged steroid problem. Also, individually, the members of this committee are using this to bolster their own reputations.
Dennis Kucinish, the very troll looking senator from Ohio, said that the hearing is no way a "witch hunt" and that they are looking to protect young players who idolize major leaguers - sounds like political bullshit to me.
Well, I think it is a witch hunt. Otherwise why didn't they subpoena guys like Omar Visquel or Doug Meaerknkdstz, two very respectable veterans of MLB?
And, say they "find" something, what are they going to do about it? All they really can do is make steroid laws tougher; they can't touch MLB's testing policies or penalties.
Why doesn't Congress start subpoenaing snowboarders or skateboarders (yes, stereotype on the way) and asking them about marijuana use amongst pros?
This was well said (from cnn.com): "It is absolutely beyond the legal pale," MLB attorney Stan Brand told reporters Wednesday afternoon. "It is an excessive and unprecedented use of congressional power."
And this: In addition, the MLB and the players' union possess "legitimate privacy interests. Highly private and sensitive information has been gathered and shared in the course of the development of their new drug testing program."
This whole scene is absolutely preposterous. I think all members in Congress, the Senate, or in the White House who had anything to do with this need to be punished or forced to resign.
This is the shit that really pisses me off. Even if we were talking about drug use about professional housekeepers, I'm still getting pissed.
And, they say they are interested in finding out why baseball looked the other way, if this is true, then why not subpoena George W. Bush to testify, he, after all, was an owner during the beginning of the alleged steroid era and was also an accused in the Canseco book.
So, again, fuck the government.
Until I Get Deported.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Web Log Thought Transcriber
Again, in response to my language-troubled friend Jesse.
I kid.
Yes, I was first to act, but in a four-handed game, I think I can get away with saying that I'm in late position, after the flop anyway.
About the arguements Jesse claims to have won... I don't recall what they were about, but in my somewhat combative debate history with JB, he is often correct but only takes the sure thing position whereas I enjoy running out onto a narrow limb that may or may not break, depending how quick and balanced my words are. I also enjoy playing the devil's advocate just to pester the guy. As was said many times on Saturday, I enjoy muddling through the bullshit, whereas Jesse just bolts for the finish line.
Also, I'm trying to figure out how Jesse gets so many more hits than I do everyday. I think he sits in his room and just visits his blog a lot. He might come back with some defensive reply, to which I will say, "Dude, I'm joking." There, that conversation is done now.
This weekend has unbelievable promise...and it's only Monday. The brother, maybe brothers?, Breidenbach in town always means good things, so does the prospect of possibly having a visit from Cousin Dave. Nope, not my cousin, Will's.
Yeah, the boot thing on Jesse's car, absurd. When the dude came over I said, "Hey Clamp Guy." He found no humor in that. Then he turned around and it said "Vehicle Immobilization Agent" on the back of his jacket. That's fuckin' funny. That's like calling an Erbert and Gerbert's delivery dude an "Authorized Submarine Sandwich Transportation Officer." Damn, some things and their apparent need to bolster people's egos really floors me. And I am not easily floored, usually I am ceilinged. That was a cheap, lame play on words. My most sincere apology I throw at your feet, which are probably on the floor with me. I did it again. I can not stop. I'm done now.
The Connection was a bit disconnected on Saturday, but no damage was done and we rescued bubbliscious. Don't worry about that joke either.
Until The Next Time.
I kid.
Yes, I was first to act, but in a four-handed game, I think I can get away with saying that I'm in late position, after the flop anyway.
About the arguements Jesse claims to have won... I don't recall what they were about, but in my somewhat combative debate history with JB, he is often correct but only takes the sure thing position whereas I enjoy running out onto a narrow limb that may or may not break, depending how quick and balanced my words are. I also enjoy playing the devil's advocate just to pester the guy. As was said many times on Saturday, I enjoy muddling through the bullshit, whereas Jesse just bolts for the finish line.
Also, I'm trying to figure out how Jesse gets so many more hits than I do everyday. I think he sits in his room and just visits his blog a lot. He might come back with some defensive reply, to which I will say, "Dude, I'm joking." There, that conversation is done now.
This weekend has unbelievable promise...and it's only Monday. The brother, maybe brothers?, Breidenbach in town always means good things, so does the prospect of possibly having a visit from Cousin Dave. Nope, not my cousin, Will's.
Yeah, the boot thing on Jesse's car, absurd. When the dude came over I said, "Hey Clamp Guy." He found no humor in that. Then he turned around and it said "Vehicle Immobilization Agent" on the back of his jacket. That's fuckin' funny. That's like calling an Erbert and Gerbert's delivery dude an "Authorized Submarine Sandwich Transportation Officer." Damn, some things and their apparent need to bolster people's egos really floors me. And I am not easily floored, usually I am ceilinged. That was a cheap, lame play on words. My most sincere apology I throw at your feet, which are probably on the floor with me. I did it again. I can not stop. I'm done now.
The Connection was a bit disconnected on Saturday, but no damage was done and we rescued bubbliscious. Don't worry about that joke either.
Until The Next Time.
Monday, March 07, 2005
Doing What a Rabbi Does
Here is my first blog apology. I am sorry I didn't get something out sooner, but I've spent the better part of the last 18 hours reading Jesse's monster weekend recap.
Since I have a good idea that Jesse and I share many readers, I will spare you the play-by-play and just go into some clarifications and additions. So be sure to read his before you touch mine.
Jesse mentioned that he missed out on some great "What If..." convos. Yeah, he did. Questions like (and this right here is me asking for a few conversations that I will want to be out of before they begin) "Alright, you get 5 girls from EC, no strings attached to any of them, who do you go with and in what order?" Yep, that's what we do in the car. I'll have to take notes on our way to PCB.
The Friday Night Hold 'Em Game: It's hard trying to tell your partner the many ways he could have justified laying a hand down after he's lost half your chips.
The Controversy. Jesse made it sound as if I held my cards up in the air for the neighbors peering in the window to see. I checked them like I always do, but Jesse was seated in perfect position to see them. I was conscious of his location, but feeling that I can trust Jesse and seeing him as a man with integrity, I wasn't worried about it.
A few things about the hand: I had 10-8 suited in very late position and was short stacked, All-In was my move, had to grab a hand and go with it. Adam, being in the big blind with A-7 suited and having a good amount of chips is going to call me even without Jesse tipping him off, but the fact that Jesse did do that was upsetting. He wrote that I flipped out, I wouldn't go that far, but he did receive a nice berating from me. I don't care if he's your teammate or not, if you see someone's hand, especially a friend's, then keep it to yourself and enjoy the extra information you have while watching the hand unfold. I saw many hands that weren't mine while I sat out and said not a word. So hopefully that scene is never repeated.
So we're at the CC Club and I'm looking around trying to a girl disproportionately hotter than me, but, for the first time in the history of me, I was unable to do so.
And when Jesse had Beth's cig I warned him. I knew what was going to happen if he fucked with it. It's just one of life's rules, never get between a drunk girl and her cig. But I do it alot, I would just never get between Beth and a cig.
Yes, Nick Wolff may have had the line of the weekend. Jesse eluded to it, but I need to explain it. One of the Mpls Dudes was talking about poker and different people's abilities and Wolff yelled out something to this effect, "They're out of our league, they brought chips in a bulletproof case!"
Hilarity ensued.
"Hilarity ensued" might be my favorite two-word sentence.
I chiefed (for the first time in quite a long time) at about 4 AM Friday night and woke up at around 2:00 Saturday afternoon with my brain feeling very foggy. Thoughts weren't forming at all. I remember just staring at the TV with Wolff as the title page to The Royal Tenenbaums was paused on the screen. I'm not sure how long we sat there staring.
So the Whalen story. Here's what Jesse left out. Within Will's extended family there is an ongoing debate about who would win in a one-on-one game between Will and Whalen. Cousin Sara and a few others perched on her branch of the family tree will go to their grave believing Whalen would beat Will. Then there are guys like me (yeah, I'm family, Mrs. J. said so) and Adam who struggle to figure out how she'll get a shot off over a 6' 6" dude. Just a common sense thing that some people manage to vastly overlook.
So anyway, Cousin Sara Huskies (rhymes with Brewskis) called us and said that Whalen was ready to play Will and that we should all go meet at a court. Apparently she even changed shoes for the event or some shit. Adam and I were trying to tell Will he had to and shit, but realistically it was never going to happen. So at this point Will and Jesse do not want to go to Old Chicago to meet up with them. Adam feels bad about being no shows and asks me if he goes will I go with him, I say sure and we all end up going. We had two drinks and left. Aside from the near brawl, not real exciting.
Yes, Will beat me heads up. Yes, I've won since 2003. Yes, I took Jesse out of that game; it's hard to cheat when you don't have a partner.
I kid. But at the same time, in every joke lies a little truth.
So that was pretty much the weekend.
Good friends, good conversations, good drinks, good times.
I tried to have a good pic of me taken with the cute dog that is posted on Jesse's blog cause I thought ladies would dig seeing a cute dog in my arms, but I was drunk and holding a beer in one hand while my raised middle finger blocks most of my face. So yeah, I fucked that opportunity up.
Bring on Florida. Bring on the Tournament. Bring on Opening Day.
Until Later.
(If you understand why this entry is titled what it is, let me know.)
Since I have a good idea that Jesse and I share many readers, I will spare you the play-by-play and just go into some clarifications and additions. So be sure to read his before you touch mine.
Jesse mentioned that he missed out on some great "What If..." convos. Yeah, he did. Questions like (and this right here is me asking for a few conversations that I will want to be out of before they begin) "Alright, you get 5 girls from EC, no strings attached to any of them, who do you go with and in what order?" Yep, that's what we do in the car. I'll have to take notes on our way to PCB.
The Friday Night Hold 'Em Game: It's hard trying to tell your partner the many ways he could have justified laying a hand down after he's lost half your chips.
The Controversy. Jesse made it sound as if I held my cards up in the air for the neighbors peering in the window to see. I checked them like I always do, but Jesse was seated in perfect position to see them. I was conscious of his location, but feeling that I can trust Jesse and seeing him as a man with integrity, I wasn't worried about it.
A few things about the hand: I had 10-8 suited in very late position and was short stacked, All-In was my move, had to grab a hand and go with it. Adam, being in the big blind with A-7 suited and having a good amount of chips is going to call me even without Jesse tipping him off, but the fact that Jesse did do that was upsetting. He wrote that I flipped out, I wouldn't go that far, but he did receive a nice berating from me. I don't care if he's your teammate or not, if you see someone's hand, especially a friend's, then keep it to yourself and enjoy the extra information you have while watching the hand unfold. I saw many hands that weren't mine while I sat out and said not a word. So hopefully that scene is never repeated.
So we're at the CC Club and I'm looking around trying to a girl disproportionately hotter than me, but, for the first time in the history of me, I was unable to do so.
And when Jesse had Beth's cig I warned him. I knew what was going to happen if he fucked with it. It's just one of life's rules, never get between a drunk girl and her cig. But I do it alot, I would just never get between Beth and a cig.
Yes, Nick Wolff may have had the line of the weekend. Jesse eluded to it, but I need to explain it. One of the Mpls Dudes was talking about poker and different people's abilities and Wolff yelled out something to this effect, "They're out of our league, they brought chips in a bulletproof case!"
Hilarity ensued.
"Hilarity ensued" might be my favorite two-word sentence.
I chiefed (for the first time in quite a long time) at about 4 AM Friday night and woke up at around 2:00 Saturday afternoon with my brain feeling very foggy. Thoughts weren't forming at all. I remember just staring at the TV with Wolff as the title page to The Royal Tenenbaums was paused on the screen. I'm not sure how long we sat there staring.
So the Whalen story. Here's what Jesse left out. Within Will's extended family there is an ongoing debate about who would win in a one-on-one game between Will and Whalen. Cousin Sara and a few others perched on her branch of the family tree will go to their grave believing Whalen would beat Will. Then there are guys like me (yeah, I'm family, Mrs. J. said so) and Adam who struggle to figure out how she'll get a shot off over a 6' 6" dude. Just a common sense thing that some people manage to vastly overlook.
So anyway, Cousin Sara Huskies (rhymes with Brewskis) called us and said that Whalen was ready to play Will and that we should all go meet at a court. Apparently she even changed shoes for the event or some shit. Adam and I were trying to tell Will he had to and shit, but realistically it was never going to happen. So at this point Will and Jesse do not want to go to Old Chicago to meet up with them. Adam feels bad about being no shows and asks me if he goes will I go with him, I say sure and we all end up going. We had two drinks and left. Aside from the near brawl, not real exciting.
Yes, Will beat me heads up. Yes, I've won since 2003. Yes, I took Jesse out of that game; it's hard to cheat when you don't have a partner.
I kid. But at the same time, in every joke lies a little truth.
So that was pretty much the weekend.
Good friends, good conversations, good drinks, good times.
I tried to have a good pic of me taken with the cute dog that is posted on Jesse's blog cause I thought ladies would dig seeing a cute dog in my arms, but I was drunk and holding a beer in one hand while my raised middle finger blocks most of my face. So yeah, I fucked that opportunity up.
Bring on Florida. Bring on the Tournament. Bring on Opening Day.
Until Later.
(If you understand why this entry is titled what it is, let me know.)
