Res Ipsa Poker

Another evening, another BBT3 failure. Out 42nd - which seems to be my usual placement - in the Mookie. After a hot start where I took out our host via set-over-set and then a flopped boat with 52s, things cooled off. In the second hour I kept getting squeezed and was forced to fold a few times - every time there was a showdown I would have lost the hand - until finally someone decided that pocket 7s were good enough to call my AKs push.

At least that was a standard departure. I got punked in the Bodonkey (out on the bubble in 15th). Twice I got hosed counterfeited on the river by the board double pairing.

Poker still sucks.

*****

I'm not going to turn this into Guinness and Politics Lite or anything, but let me go there for a minute.

Detroit sucks.

It's a hole. The mayor has just been charged with about 1,000 felonies. People are fleeing the area three times faster than any other metro area in the country.

Detroit needs a change.

Detroit needs a drink. Or fifty.

Detroit needs someone "Tall. Dark. Handsome. [And a] Possible Mayoral Candidate."

Detroit needs the Bracelet.

That's right. Uncle Bracelet for Mayor after Kwame steps down.

First order of business: Non-secret party at the Manoogian Mansion.

I'm good for fifty bucks as soon as the exploratory committee is formed. I'll make it a hundred if there are promises that the campaign will use words like "huge", "endowed" and "masterful" as often as possible.

(p.s. - if residency is a concern, remember that you can buy a home in the city for as little as $12).


Tonight is the Riverchasers, 9:00 pm on FTP. Be there or be confused.