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Lead Story. August 21, 2001.
 Back
to Work!
Well, it feels good to be back. My preoccupation with wedding plans had me pretty rankled
during the last few weeks and I got a bit sidetracked.
This week’s game, hosted by
Chowhound (how is it that he only hosts on the hottest nights) in his awkwardly
conjoined space, featured a number of special guests.
As is usually the case in August, attendance by regulars gets a mite
scattered and the flocking fill-ins make for great prey for the remaining few.
‘SanFran’ Seth and Doc G sat in this time and certainly did not
disappoint. Doc G, who had been on a
torrid 1-game-winning-streak, reversed his trend as he blundered and bled his
way back to his usual pace--we played a lot of Iron Cross (alas, his kryptonite.)
Seth seemed rusty and out of synch, and as his chippage dwindled, struggled
in feckless abandon to change his hand of fate.
Dano won big for most of the evening and yet
it still wasn’t enough to keep his attention on the game.
He fled at 11:00pm gaining another point in the most shameful of stats:
the ‘Abruptly Left Game.’
Edict
complained, though he swept his share of felt for the evening, that his winning
pots had all been small. However, it was hard to hear him from behind his wall of
loot. Hank muttered facetiously,
“That’s right Edict. Everyone knows you’re
the unluckiest player in the game.”
It
should be noted that while most others would be honeymooning with their beloveds
on some remote tropical paradise, I hustled over to Chowhounds 'engine-room hot'
apartment to play a couple of hands of poker. I know I've stumbled a
bit in recent weeks in keeping the site updated and I hope my efforts
demonstrate my renewed conviction to TNP.
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