I went to Pacifica-by-the-sea last night to attend a poker tournament (for charity, of course!) at the mysterious Moose (Mousse?) Lodge. Unfortunately, I got drunk before the tourney even started and then got into the free nachos. As I exited the bathroom a giant spider descended from the ceiling in front of me and I recoiled in semi-drunk horror. I carefully steered myself around it and back into the bar.
Tourney report: there were about 20 people, $50 buy-in and one $25 rebuy in the first hour. 2100 chips to start, starting blinds were 25-50, and within the first half-hour went to 100-200. Yeah, it was a shitty game. Everyone called everything, except for when I got AA and pushed preflop and then miraculously no one called. I ended up going all-in when it was 200-400 blinds and I had about 1700 chips in the big blind. I pushed with Q5, two callers: JJ and 44. Awesome. So I rebuy (HEY ITS FOR CHARITY) and push that two hands later with 44. I get called by AK, K on the flop, flop my nuts over to the bar to wait for GMC to finis– wait, he went out same hand.
From there we went to a bar that had karaoke and 6 patrons (not including bartendress and karaoke-runner). Oh you didn’t know, whazzmaster.com? Of course I did my schtick, but then Ryan pulled me out and we went to his place to watch the best Family Guy episode ever (Chris+Take On Me in supermarket). While there, I was presented with a ziploc bag with three pieces of beef jerky. Handwritten on the ziploc bag where one would normally place a date and contents note were the words “Felipe Alou’s Beef Jerky”. I demanded to know how one acquires beef jerky belonging to a Major League Baseball manager, and was told it had something to do with the San Francisco Giants’ chef’s run-in with Barry Bonds… I think. At any rate, I passed out soon after eating Felipe Alou’s Beef Jerky. I think somewhere in there I shrieked about it being spicy. I’m not sure; everythiing’s a little bit fuzzy.
Brewers are 5-0 and I’m happy as a clam. Today is the first day that the Brewers are doing the throwback jerseys (Sunday home games) and it looks pretty sweet. Even old Robin Yount from the Diamondbacks got into the act and wore the old pinstripes. Nice, Robin.
— For I be speaking from my parables and carry you beyond\The mic’s either a magic wand\Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb\Then I grab your palm, no pulse you’re gone