Deep Thoughts after Your Younger Brother's Bachelor Party

• Alright, you have six guys and you are going to take a 20-30 minute drive. Do you choose the Suburban, one of two other SUVs, or the Pontiac G6? I agree, the choice is obvious.
• You did say G6, right?
• Late at night, all country roads look exactly the same.
• Only in Minnesota can you get stuck in a guy’s yard at 4:30 AM, wake him up, and he will pull your car out of the mud. The charge, of course, is $20.
• Pierz, MN is not close to the Grand Casino Mille Lacs. Also, the gas stations in Pierz open at 5 AM.
• Even at 7 AM, Ryan Lubbers adheres strictly to what was stated in an email.
• I must give props to Jared for getting Saturday started with a Beer and Cookies breakfast.
• I had a feeling that 3.5 Liters of Captain wouldn’t be enough.
• Next time I put together a banquet, I want Troy on the burgers and H dogs, Haugen on the steaks, Drew on the spuds, and Jimmy on the shots.
• St. Germain boys are endowed with two things: a genetic predisposition to man boobs and test taking ability.
• If Norm didn’t play poker once, what did he do?
• Baccarats are a heck of a cigar (good call Thompson). I recommend dipping the tip in scotch. This marks the first time I have used the phrase “dipping the tip” with absolutely no sexual connotation.
• I’ve never actually participated in an Eiffel Tower. That was said merely for a reaction.
• If anyone wants to do Scotch and Stories again, consider me in.
• I think I owe Troy a hug.

Fellas, if I missed anything... let me know.

Finally

Brett Favre retired, Wisconsonites and bandwagon Packer fans mourn.

The rest of us will have to listen to weeks of spoken fellatio on Brett Favre.

Which Brett Favre 5 INT game is my favorite? Tough to say...

Did any announcer ever call him a gunslinger? I must have missed it.

Let no one forget, his last pass was an INT that left his team out in the cold (literally) and watched the Giants celebrate.

A great player he was, but it would've been so much easier if he would've taken his dingle-dangle out of John Madden and Joe Buck's mouths.

Peace.

Welcome to the Adrian Peterson era (Chad Bleess, 2008)!

Random Thought of the Day:

The Adult Pornography section of your local video store is middle-aged man's Fight Club. In fact, I think I just broke the first two rules of the Adult Pornography secion of your local video store.

The March V

Alright, this is a combination of two separate weekends. However, little money was lost or won.

I won $35 two weeks ago. I played quite well, but was basically card dead. I'll take the small win

Last week I sucked and lost $75. Quite embarrassed about how I played, but a couple of bad plays by opponents left me in OK shape.

Goal: $2,500
These sessions: -$40
Thus Far: $1,080

The March IV

Today no poker will be played, but a hefty sum was put on the bankroll. Why? It is Super Bowl Sunday. (Get off my back, I realize it was a while ago, relax).

I had the Pats -11, so I lost my biggest bet. However, I broke even with the over/under and various prop bets.

I also dealt blackjack for a profit of approximately $200.

I won the 4th quarter in boxes for a $50 profit.

Finally, the lowing scoring affair made the Mogwais the champs of the inaugural Bill Simmons league for a profit of $550.

All-in-all a fun day and profitable.

Goal: $2,500
Today: $800
To Date: $1,120

The March III

The next week, Steve and I went out on a Saturday again.

I honestly don't know what to say. I think I called a bit too much instead of raising with draws in a position where I may have been able to take down the pot.

Then played too conservative. I never really got up and ended up down $200.

All-in-all, not much learned and I play poorly. A horrible day... you should at least gain knowledge when you lose like this.

Goal: $2,500
To Date: $320

The March to the WSOP, II

This week's installment is more of a story of a particular player, than a comment on my play. So let's get that out of the way to begin.

I played pretty well, other than raising a player all-in when he hit a set on the flop and I held Queens. I didn't trust my gut and let it go. Plus, I should've been tipped off by his body language. However, I made $200, so I can't be too upset (unless I don't learn from that hand).

One of my bigger hands was versus Spider. Spider is a heavily tattooed that I can definitely envision on a motorcycle and a penchant for illegal narcotics. In one hand I had pocket Kings. In a 1-2 NL game, I raised to $12, he bumped it $30, I re-raised all-in and he immediatedly called. As you may guess, my heart immediatedly sank, but we ECSTATIC when he asked me if I had Aces. I flipped my Kings and him his Queens. The cowboys held up.

The rest of the session (approx. 6 hours) we "got" to hear about how Spider "normally" hits a set with his Queens 70% of the time. Yes, 70%. Stats like this continued into stories such as Spider wins about 60% of hands when he plays 2-8 offsuit (of course, he only plays that hands when he sees the 2 first, then squeezes out the 8).

Finally, Spider is a self-proclaimed beer connoseiur. To back up this point, I give you his quote:

I mainly drink Miller Lite. But, look in my fridge and you'll see Bug Light, Coors Light, and Foster's.

One of the patrons may have summed it up best when he said, "That's what drugs will do to a man.

Goal: $2,500
Year to date: $520

(Hopefully) The March to the WSOP

A couple of weeks ago, Steve and I discussed how much it would take to go out to Vegas and play in a $1,500 tournament in the World Series of Poker. The final tally was $1,000 for airfare and food (the hotel cost would be negligible as Steve's dad is also going out at the same time for a senior tournament) and another $2,500 from our bankroll ($1,500 for the tournament and another $1,000 for ring games). I will try to document the journey on the blog.

Day 1: Friday, January 11th: Steve and I head to the Jake (local dog track/poker room) right after work. To be honest, I was quite happy with my play. I didn't make any big mistakes, got my money in with the best of it, and had few bad beats (knock on wood). No really exciting hands or stories, just a solid performance and nice profit of $320.

Goal: $2,500
Year to Date: $320