Went to a career fair at a South Charlotte high school today on behalf of my bank...... Observations: Kliqs still exist. The goths, the nerds, the jocks.....not as much, but its there. The one thing thats different than when I was in high school from 01-05 ? The black kids. Holy ****. The black kids all dress like dorky, homosexual, neon flame boys with tight jeans, flat bill hats with the bill pointing up, lensless glasses and converse. Tupac is rolling in his ****ing grave right now. If one of these "cool" kids got sent in time to 1995 they'd be stabbed or hanging with the glee club.
I look forward to posting about my Atlantic City experience later tonight. I promise it wont be as biggot driven as Sicks. Or will it. Sent from my SPH-L710 using Tapatalk
So it's "game day" I get to the Borgota bout an hour before the first card hits the felt, this place is one of the better poker atmospheres I've seen east of Las Vegas. 10-20 NL on some tables, 30-60 stud on a couple others, all be told I'd guesstimate there was 5+ Milly in play in that room. I'm mostly a cash game player, so I start to contemplate not registering for the tournament and instead likely tripling up the 6 hundo buy in. "Stick to the script" I wait in the inflated line and reg for said tournament. I'm still 45 min from tip off so I decide to just sit around and do a little mental yoga to get my wizard like brain in full beast mode. Sitting outside watching all the degenerate slot players and wanna be card counters enter through the front door, I get the luxury of taking in all the fine humans NJ has to offer. Blowouts, blowouts and more blowouts...wtf is this? DJ Pauly sure did take effect on the locals it seems. I even witnessed a 50+ year old dude with a grayish curly blowout chatting it up with another guy with a blowout while Toking a cig. Bout 30 min to kickoff and about 50 of us are standing outside the WPT feature room, I see a shnit ton of Yankee hats, Rangers Jerseys, Eli Manning, even a few outdated Mark Sanchez threads. Jesus, I think to myself even Knicks fans are non existent in this poser *** town. 15 minutes to go, about 20-30 girls come strutting through the casino, looks like your run of the mill bachelorette party. The closer they get the more I realize almost all of them are sporting Jordan's (with the tounge out) and black yoga pants, I realize now this may be the goofiest place I have ever been. "Players make your way to your tables" I hear the tournament director say, I quickly put on my free headphones and turn on Aloe Blacc's I'm the man as a make my way to table 7 seat 2. I walk slowly as I prefer my table mates are all seated so they can witness my body language and feel my presence as I arrive fashionably late to the felt. I look around and see 8 donkeys all attempting to impress by shuffling their chips like they play poker at Jamie Gold type levels. Unimpressed I toss on my raybans and start labeling each player and the level of idiocity each of them posses. Surrounded by mid 20's undergrads, professors and math wiz's, I maintain my cool. Sure these cats may have aced Algebra...but I have talent and that supersedes a lot. Gauging my table the first few rounds I mostly fold, then!?!? I get dealt the KK, time to maximize the value and build my stack. I just call from EP, surely one of these hypo aggressive engineers will read me as weak...then I will pounce on them. "laise" said the Indian kid a few seats over, 2 other mommas boys call the 3 bet action to me.....RERAISE, 1400 to go, the Indian kid looking in frustration folds as does the next clown, CALL pronounced the jerk off in his Bruins jersey. Flop: Q-8-Q....he checks, I fire out a bet of 3150 to let him no I mean buisness. He just flat calls (google it, my name isn't Webster) when he just calls on a dry board(no draws) I know this asshat has either the Queen or pocket 8s for the full hizzy. Turn is a 3, "check" he says....trying to get me to commit more chips, CHECK I say. I can see the disappointment in this Mick's face (I'm a Mick so I can say Mick) river card is another 8, he bets out $5500...obvious fold here, he tables KQ for the boat. Watching him and his low percentage pre flop call rake in about 35% of my chips he looks like luck like that is par for the course in his life. His indifference is infuriating. After playing out the hand in my head the next few minutes I realize that 95% of the people in this room go broke on that hand, but not me I can dodge bullets baby. After a few hours of grinding away, waiting to hit a flop and chip up I realize the blinds are a creeping up and it won't be long until I have to make a stand. Action to the short stack he shoves all in, table folds to Asian kid who just calls.....now is my chance, I can isolate the short stack while getting Bruce Lee to fold while committing a sizable bet already...I look down at the K9 of clubs, ALL IN I announce action back to Jackie Chan...he thinks for about 30 seconds and finally calls. "Turn em up" SS flips over JJ, Asian shows 77....I'm in bad shape. Flop J-10-6 great, the nitty lil prick just flopped the nuts and just like that my tournament life is at risk. Turn is an A, I begin to gather my things and head to showers, river Q. Still in shock dealer says "STRAIGHT" stunned as I re examine the board I realize I just tripled up on a miracle card and sat back in my seat. Now believe it or not poker you see an abundance of arrogance, everyone thinks they are the best and when they lose? They can rarely handle it. "You make that move with K9!!" He says condescendingly....SURE LOOKS THAT WAY, I reply. After saying something under his breath that I can't make out, I Ppoint and tell him GG SIR, THE EXIT IS THAT WAY. Fresh off a triple up in which I outplayed my opponents, my confidence is peaking, now I can play some real poker instead of this short stack BS. Putting my ear buds back on, I decide it's fitting to play Blacc's song yet again..... TBC
I'll be looking at the blood moon just after midnight tonight. What am I supposed to say three times at its full on bloodiness?
Someone please update thephins front page, can't stand seeing the playoff sandwich choking thing bringing me back to week 17 over and over again....
Driving to Austin from Fort Myers. We figured we will straight shot it and save money on a motel. Never drove more than 350 miles at a time, but been part of plenty of road trips. Any tips for long distance driving other than the obvious ones?
Limit your stops as much as possible. If you can bring food/drinks with you, do that instead of overpaying at a convenience store. Make sure your phone/iPod is fully charged too.
Sounds like an opening monologue for a "Frankie and Willie" episode... back in the 80's when SNL was still funny. http://snltranscripts.jt.org/84/84ewillie.phtml https://www.google.com/search?q=fra...ser&sourceid=chrome&espv=2&es_sm=117&ie=UTF-8
I'm not an autograph hound or collector, but here is my lil wall of heroes. Cuz I'm bored and procrastinating work...
I keep looking for a QB who keeps his head pushed forward and low like that.. the next great one. You can project who will become a HoF QB this way; HoF Qb's have extremely short necks and a pushed-forward head position in their memorabilia photos. Add it to the scouting criteria. Bring a cameraman to test prospects…
Spent the past two days resurfacing our 500 sq ft patio prior to a cookout tomorrow as the slab had several cracks and the existing surface was worn. Looks great. We're happy with the results. I'm tired as Hell from the effort. An hour ago, my dumbass 17 yo son decides to degrease his fooking trail bike on the new surface. Now I have WD40 and chain grease spots on it. SMDH. Hope he grows up and has a kid just like him.
Sounds like exactly what happened to me when I invited Maynard over. Only there was no bike. Sent from my SPH-L710 using Tapatalk
To add to this: Mando asking if we should consider drafting this dick at 19 if he were to fall (he wont).....is absurd. You build around your young QB, don't draft his replacement before year 3 in the first round. If him and Omar were raped and killed by water buffalo's tomorrow, I'd laugh and flip a ****ing quarter into a fountain as a thanks for making my wish come true.
Why am I hoping to watch Manziel in the green room sweating it out for hours? I have nothing against the guy.
It comes with red eyes. Tears streaming. And a broken heart to pass this news along. My aunt has a few weeks to live. My mom is on her way to ohio now. I will never see my aunt again. She will be gone by Mother's Day. Please please keep my mother in your thoughts as she drives hysterical 11 hours to Sandusky Ohio by herself. Please keep my cousins 17 and 20 in your thoughts as they won't have their mother at their weddings. Their babies birth day. Them having a beer. Graduating college. Or living their adult lives. And please hug your loved ones. You just never know. **** man I hate this so much Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
Prayers going up for you and your famly. I just lost my Aunt last week and it was really hard. You'll be in my thoughts and prayers. I'm so sorry Sick, Debby
Damn Chris I'm so sorry to hear that. I'll keep your family in my thoughts during these rough times. If there's anything I can do, please ask!