The Big Dog Game

Well, kids, I regret to inform you that tonite's big dog game is cancelled. Next Friday, usual time, usual place. I can't host the Monday game, as I will be in Montreal until Tuesday (with a stop in TO...anyone out there have a good game going on?)...if y'all want to play Monday, set it up with Jack. Have yourselves a fantiastic weekend! Up the ante, JJ. PS...Happy Birthday, Jackie-boy!

The Rampage

Well, last night made up for my weak showing last Thursday. I was a Wild Card. A Kamikaze. A force to be reckoned with. Unstoppable. It was a thing of beauty. Surreal. It is so very rare that you get those beautiful hands when it's your blind, but it was like clockwork last night. I continually dealt myself 2-7 or 3-8 off-suit, but the blinds were a gift...these cats don't just play 3-6 either. Yep, last night was deep pocket game. Our host is the sweetest man on the face of the planet, but I think last night may have been a little too much for him....I will be quite surprised if I get invited back (even though I brought a kick-ass deli tray & 120+ oz. of the hard stuff.) You just can't win that many hands & be popular. Wanted. Loved. Sigh. I think I'll get over it. Unfortunately, I did miss a huge charity event at Pioneer last night...I'm always in for rationalizing my vices. The infamous Rip called around 5pm, but my fat cat game started at 6, so I was unable to attend. I am at work today...it is supposed to be my weekend (day, more accurately..."weekend" just makes it seem longer)...I would rather be doing almost anything...driving range, Whack-a-Mole, fishing...you name it! A few more hours to go. 2 hours & 13 minutes to be all in by eight. Cheers, jj.

If You Could Just Go Ahead And Fold

Oh my. Most embarassing poker game last nite. We did start after 4am. It's no excuse, though. I couldn't bluff my way out of a paper bag. Shameful. There's no other words to describe last nite's events. It was one of those "surely he'll fold" and "there's absolutely no way that monkey can call THIS!"...but they can...and they do. I better get over it. See you next week. jj.

The Easter Classic

All right. The Easter Classic is here again. For anyone not familiar with this bizarre and infantile ritual, I'll give you a quick run down. The hunt starts at 2pm sharp, Sunday. Usual location, usual buy-in. There are a thousand dollars worth of chips per player, in reds, greens, whites, & blues, hidden on the property. You start the freeze-out tournament with only the chips you have found on the hunt. I am pleased to announce that I finally managed to find the chips still missing from '06! Be sharp. Be clever. But don't be nasty. A chip belongs to the first person to touch a chip, not see it. If you make someone bleed, it'll cost you $500 from your starting stack. Really. We're starting our food bank drive as well, so please bring something. Not that dented, unlabled, rusty old tin you found under the sink when you moved in to your low rent apartment, either. See you there!
Up the Ante, JJ.