One Last Time With the Boys

Sort of Pokery Content (although no poker theory in this one):
Saturday night was the last night of poker with the boys. At least in Houston, that is. The four of us regulars, together, for one last, no holds barred, smackdown. Dam, I just sounded like a WWE announcer. Or I could describe it like this.

Said with waaaaaaaaaaay to much enthusiasm, and a lot of echo effect:

SATURDAY, SATURDAY, SATURDAY!!! Be there for all the exciting action. Watch DD check/raise Trey while holding 85soooted, knowing that Trey is holding pocket Aces, and laughing at him as he lays it down. Sympathize (and even shed a little tear) with Big R as he storms out of the house after loosing all his money again. Laugh as the A-Rod plays the A-Rod (Q8) and gets beat by the DD (AQ). Watch as DD slaps prom night (69) and goes 3/3 with it. Yes folks, it's gonna be an exciting event that YOU CANNOT MISS. Your ticket pays for the whole seat, but you're only gonna need the EDGE!!!!!!!!!

It was a good night, although I really never got to sling a bad beat on Trey, which is just about the most enjoyable thing I can think about doing. He gets sooooooooo mad when you do it, it's worth losing a few bones trying to sling a bad beat on him. He made a decent profit then, so I guess I'm glad for him. Actually, all of us did, except for Big R, who left penniless. Sorry dude, but it's my blog and it's waaaaaaaaaaay too much fun to give you a hard time.

My moving date is less than 2 weeks away, and I haven't even started to pack. At least I didn't unpack most of my stuff from the last move (only 6 months ago). I'm beginning to realize that I'm a nomad. A vagabond. And I hate moving. Good grief.

That's all for now. Keep on keepin' on.