February 8, 2005

  • Sunday of Sundays…

    Superbowl Sunday surprise at senor rutkoffs. I would be taking the chips from my office that weigh more than your fattest cousin so I chose a ride with a wood pit stop over subway arm strain.

    Of course we got a bit lost.

    But the free wood booty was there for sure.

    Putting it in the car,

    Was no sweat.

    Except I got a bloody pinky that looks worse than this picture appears.

    So I took out the mat and althea be good sticks.

    Then pregame poker began.

    I did my thing, Derek did his thing,

    even rutkoff got in on the action, coming out big winner on a rebuy.

    Wings, pizza, and cheese dip all came.

    And went.

    People watched the game, which meant allot of magazine or paper time.

    Or dan sleeping

    Then the postgame poker began. (the players that had been playing since three cashed out and a new game started afresh circa eight or nine.)

    Claire played the game of her life coming out big winner.

    I slinked into second for a seventy five profit takehome.

    And althea made like ten.

    Big thank you to the hosts, gracious as they are.

    The late train home always feels poetic.

    Im now up 210 dollars.

    If my left nut were near you, you would have to suck it.