Impressions of Absolute Dominance, and poor impressions at that...

One day after chump-bubbling The Mookie (10th/57), I won The Not. Only 15 people played, but it is my first MTT win to speak of. So that’s sort of cool.

I almost didn’t play the thing. As usual, D gets the nod for timely good advice.

I got heads up against a guy that I hold in very high esteem. Wes is the motherfuckin’ man and he’s funny as hell. How funny? Tough_Fish – ‘nuff said.

Fortunately, I tend to get very, very lucky against him, and this is the third blogger tourney I have busted him out of. He also puts up with my compulsive need to serially comment in his blog, which I do appreciate, and hereby promise to curb.

Wes went on an unbelievable run after having his aces cracked by my mighty T6h. He was down to less then a thousand chips, but gave no signs of tilting. One hand after another, he Hoy’d and Hoy’d me till he was back up to just a 4:1 deficit. Incidentally, he is the only other blogger I know who talks shit while he Hoys, and who checks down his Hoy’s like a man. Full style points, brotha.

I began to freak out a little for a bit, but caught some good looking A’s and paint then survived my own mis-fired Hoy. Good stuff. Thanks to all our crew who railed us both: the chat was hilarious, and it was fun to not be green text for a change.

In honor of Wes I tried to keep this short, but even then it’s like a month of posts on Retards. I tried. Speaking of running on, if you survived Part One of my Vegas Soliloquy, Part Two is found below this. Like I said, it may be a while before I'm back at it, so hope you enjoy it and have a great weekend.

Lay-tah.