Party Poker Blog

TGIF.

Damnit, I have a monster of a post up at PokerWorks.

Winter is finally kicking in here so Susan and I took Sean some food and batteries after lunch. Sadly, he was sleeping and we accidentally woke him up. Doh! I'm seriously kicking around the idea of starting a blog for him in order to raise some dough to help his situation.

Continuing the WKRP theme - here's a quick minute and a half clip of Mr. Carlson walking into the booth while Johnny is playing "Dogs" by Pink Floyd.

Dear Lord, the first tailgaters for tonights Bengals game have arrived. It's 10AM for Gods sakes. I'll try to get a photo.

I've got an uber post up at Poker Works.
Go NOW!

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Update - 5pm. The entire parking lot is a sea of orange and black. Looking down upon this scene is crazy. I've got my window wide open so I can smell the grills and have the pounding music waft through.

Time to get out of here and grab a beer and a brat.

"ReviewMe.com pays bloggers to review products but insists that they reveal the payment and also insists that advertisers pay for positive and negative reviews. It is still an attempt to buy our editorial voice. They may not tell us what to think but they tell us what to write about.

Sorry. Still fails the smell test."
Jeff Jarvis - buzzmachine.com

That being quoted, I still don't begrudge any of my fellow poker blogging brethren making some quick and easy coin while the getting is good.

I think we all see it for what it is.

Anyways, I just booked Vegas.

And yes, I'm at the IP. It can't be worse than last time when they stuck me in the basement in room #7. It was damn near impossible to find. Even employees scratched their heads when asked how to find room #7.

The winner of the WPBT tourney gets the highly coveted Golden Hammer trophy.



A friend of mine sent me the classic WKRP in Cincinnati Thanksgiving episode. And even though it's post-holiday, I'm still sharing it here.

“As God as my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.”