Lost and now found

Before I get into the details that support the title of this post let me just say I am not that impressed with the bloggers and their whinning right now.

That's right, whinning. There are at least 5 or 6 blogs that I read this morning and all of them had the same theme about the World Series... waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Suck it up! You have a strangle hold on the series if you are a Philly fan and should be jumping for joy that you are only 3 innings away from your second championship ever. Seems like a time to be excited if you ask me. Quit analyzing what happened last night and just be glad you weren't losing when they called it instead. Babies.

I think I am feeling what Astin had to say about it. It would be great to see Tampa come back purely for the entainment alone (not a hatter, I just love good drama). I can't imagine the tears that will be shed if the Phillies some how manage to screw this up and lose... boo hoo. If Tampa wins tonight, I am sure all of Philly will be collectively trying to figure out the latest way to avoid a meltdown in game 6 (dare I say game 7?). GLGLGL.

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So I played some live poker, as I had mentioned in my last post, over at the FCPC with Fuel and Simon. It was a $40 plus $10 bounty tournament with 15 players.

I went out 14th on the following hand:

I picked up pocket 10's (yes, here we go again) in MP and raise it to 1200 (3x) and get one caller - the big stack out of the small blind.

The flop comes Qc-10c-5h. SB checks and I bet out 1500.

SB min raises me! WTF. I call. The turn is the Ac. I figure him for something like a Q and a good kicker, maybe ever AQo.

He bets 6,000.

I have 16,000 behind so I can't exactly call. It's either fold or push time and I had not won a single hand in the 90 minutes we had been playing (not that it should matter right!).

I push for 10K more, he grumbles and then finally calls thinking I might have already hit my flush and he turns over QQ. I never even considered QQ there. I am done. Plus I have to fork over another $5 to Fuel for a last longer bet. Fawkin' sweet.

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Lola called me that night at about 2am from the club she was at for a gf's bday party. She had lost her purse... with our camera in it... along with her cell phone, ID and bank card (no visa thankfully). As I'm still trying to wake up, she is all upset and super drunk and borderline crying (gee I wonder why she lost it?). Anyway she had half the bar looking for it at 1am and seemed to remember last seeing it before she went to the bathroom.

"Some skank probably kept it." she stated (can you tell she was a bit angry?)

So I tell her to go back in the morning (she had a hotel room with some gf's of hers) and sure enough the place is closed. She calls and leaves messages and no one calls her back.

Finally, she decides to head down there yesterday evening to see if it somehow got turned in or overlooked in the search and sure enough the bouncer comes out from the back and hands her the purse fully intact, with nothing missing! What a luckbox, gimme some of that karma action baby!

Good things happen to good people. Lola finally got paid back a little. Phew.