Friday Crapfest

Six weeks until the WPBT Winter Classic II. Do you know where your bankroll is?

In preparation, the observant among you will notice I have, at long last, updated (and Alphabetized!) my blogroll. Chad, the self-proclaimed "laziest man in America" beat me to it, which I guess means I'm either comatose or dead. Regardless, all confirmed attendees for Vegas are now listed, as well as a dozen or so others I've been remiss in linking. No, I haven't read them all, but I will inside of the next 6 weeks. No, I do not require link reciprocation. I don't need your pity.

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The men's toilet at Union Station in beautiful downtown Los Angeles consistently emits one of the most horrible stenches on the planet, placing it near the top along with the Turkish Men's National Soccer team's post-game locker room, Vlade Divac's feet and The Plaza.

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People who raise with K8s under the gun and bust me out of tourneys when they chase--and hit--their draw make me very angry. They also ensure that I will stalk them until their bankroll's dying day, which, based on his overall play last night, will be in the very near future.

For my (rapidly dwindling) money, there is no poker situation more frustrating than watching a herd of Donkeys parade in and out of your table/tournament, giving chips away in shocking fashion, while you sit by and fold rag after rag after rag.

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The "How Much is Your Blog Worth?" meme lists me at just under $48K. No reasonable offer refused.

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I'm playing in Mr. Wheaton's tourney tonight on Stars. I likely won't make it home in time for the start, so enjoy my blinds for 20 minutes or so. Just know retribution will be swift and merciless.

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The next person to talk me into playing Stud Hi/Lo is SO off the blogroll.

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See you at the tables. Possible Live Tourney Drunken Blogging coming Saturday night.