Now, remember I love poker. I would play everyday of I could afford it. But how long until we get the Poker 24/7 Channel&trade?
Oh and this weekend's tournament? I called all-in with J&clubs J&spades and the other guy turned over A&diams A&clubs . Whoops.
Sometimes I forget to just sit and listen to other people's stories.
Two nights ago, I stopped by my parent’s house to borrow their car since mine was getting new brakes. As we chatted for a few minutes, we started talking about my work and it led to discussing Hurricane Charley and the aftermath. In the course of the conversation, I sat and listened to my parents tell about living through Hurricane Betsy in New Orleans in 1965.
I had heard bits of the story before, but I sat and listened to the whole story and was fascinated by the lives my parents led before I was born.
I heard about the intelligence of the New Orleans Department of Water as they installed the diesel pumps backwards thereby pumping millions of gallons of water into the city instead of out of the city for two days.
I watched my mother recall her boss having her call every employee in her department to find out who had deaths in their families, who had lost their homes, and who was broke. She talked about breaking down crying as she listened to her co-workers tell her everything they owned was gone.
I heard about their friend's little boy smacking his boot down over and over on the back step. As his mom asked what he was doing, he said "I don't want them in my house mommy" as she saw the water moccasins trying to swim in the house from the flooded backyard. My mom said she picked him up, took the checkbook and went directly to the airport to fly back to Seattle.
I listened as my parents told me about riding out the storm with their upstairs neighbor who was 8 and 1/2 months pregnant.
I heard about the husband of a friend who as on the police force who talked about pulling bodies out of the attics of homes as the people got caught in the storm surge. As the death toll was announced on the radio, he remarked that he had pulled that many people from homes himself, but they were from the 'black' part of town so they weren't tallied in the official count.
In short, I was able to see my parents in a new light as they shared their stories and gave me a little insight to my parent's lives. It was a great way to spend an hour. I just need to remember to do it more often.
The poker gods are calling my name.
I entered my second Oregon Poker Tour tournament this week. The tournament starts Saturday morning and in paying my entrance fee, I found out it is a "celebrity" tournament. Now for Portland, "celebrities" usually mean clueless radio DJs, confused minor professional athletes, and a random author or two.
Well, as I looked over the list, I noticed the DJs, was pleasantly suprised to see no athletes, and saw a random author or two...and then saw a random author or two..and saw a random author or two.
At this point my brain was skipping like a badly scratched record. I kept reading the same name over and over. The random author was none of than Tom McEvoy.
It's kind of like entering a softball tournament with Alex Rodrigez and Derek Jeter showing up to play.
So needless to say, I am looking forward to playing on Saturday. Oh, and the best part? If you knock out any of the twenty celebrities, you get a $100 cash bounty for each one. Here's hoping that I get the clueless DJ's at my table.
I wonder if it would be bad form to bring one of McEvoy's books for him to sign...
After finally having my internet connection restored [stupid DSL modem], I can share some of the profound thoughts from this weekend you have come to expect from me.
1. I am a stupendous badass. Source Cryptonomicon pg. 6
2. The awards for Olympic Hotness (women's division)
Gold: Australian field hockey team.
Silver: Norwegian beach volleyball team.
Bronze: US Women's Eight rowing team.
3. Frosted Mini-Wheats + ice cold milk + banana = yummy goodness.
4. Mormon fundamentalism is rather scary.
5. DirecTiVo's ability to record two channels at once allows for the great joy of watching both women's ten-meter air rifle and men's doubles badminton at the same time.