Too Hungover to Blog

I wandered into the Mandalay Bay sportsbook, a little dazed from lack of sleep. A motley crew of bloggers (redundant) had taken up a row in the horse racing section, watching first quarter football and dropping the odd bet on the ponies.

"Joe," they said, collectively. "You've gotta bet on this horse."
"Why?" I asked.
"Look at the name."

Giddyup.



Let the record show there was a mini-riot when he crossed in front. And I'll give you one guess which blogger also cashed the $190 exacta, an exacta he only bet after one of his horses was scratched at the gate. Think Luckbox.

It was, as expected, a fabulous weekend. More fun than anyone should be allowed. I was so happy to see everyone, to have them meet the dear and patient wife, to get to know and play with some new faces.

But there was plenty of the unexpected as well. Raking $200 on the ponies, prop bets with G-Rob and Phil Gordon, Otis not falling but TrumpJosh falling in such spectacular fashion as to keep us laughing about it for three days afterwards, my first live Final Table and dozens of other incidents, nearly all of them legal.

I'm a little too fuzzy to get much of it out now, but I'll give it an effort in the coming days. For now, I'll settle for this and a huge thanks to everyone for another unforgettable trip.