Table Tango

it would seem that I have fallen off the edge of the world never to be heard from again, yet at this stage of the game I’m wondering if it’s the edge of insanity.  Oh wait!  I was already insane.  Please God, don’t tell me I’m becoming sane, that would be one of the scariest things that could happen.  I’ll be back this p.m. with a full fledged update of seeking insanity to the nth…after I visit the dentist today.  And a dream nightmare about dealing poker.

I’ve read a lot about Phil Hellmuth’s antics at the WSOP during this session, mainly because PokerWorks writer Aaron Hendrix appears to have a love to hate relationship with Phil and all of his noise and insanity.  Aaron finds a lot of useful gossip type of trivia to throw in the mix of the overall WSOP happenings and Phil is in almost every post. (more…)

The mortgage is a done deal.  Pahrump property is now a real reality.  That is only the beginning though, there are a lot of other things cooking before the big ‘hitch up’ and drive out takes place.  (more…)

how you can sit in a holding pattern waiting for some things to happen - some of them hinge on another - before the flood gate opens and the insane rush starts. But it has started. Everything is happening at once. (more…)

and then hits the brakes and goes full speed into reverse, so we can back track, keep our memories fresh and alive, stay in touch with the reality that spins the fiber of what we are - and so it was tonight. (more…)

A few days ago, as I sat at my work area in the coach, I heard the dreaded screech of tires that sounds like someone is braking for dear life.  It went on and on and on…by now I had steeled my nerves for the sound of a crash, when the screeching appeared to go on forever, I was convinced that a vehicle was going to slam through the block wall that separates my RV park from Boulder Highway and then crash into my coach.  Just as it stopped, I saw a car go around the horseshoe turn of my street and head back the other way - doing close to 50.  No shit!  I have no idea how he didn’t slide right into the other RVs at the end of the street.  Immediately after he disappeared, a cop car came careening after him. (more…)

I believe this is year six. I missed the first few due to work - that really is a four letter word. (more…)