I never made it to the Rio yesterday, instead doing research for my second book proposal. But I called Patrick this morning and he told me he busted last night on a suckout and Fell also lost late in the evening. Better luck next year guys. I hope to join you.
I was piddling around, playing a little blackjack before bedtime last night, and this chick with a "Got Poker?" T-shirt stands behind me for several minutes. I leave a $60 winner and head to the cashier and weird, fat chick follows me there. I don't notice her until I turn around and there she is, channeling a Kathy Bates "Misery" like expression.
"Can I buy your shirt?" she asks.
I was wearing a Bluff T-shirt that the magazine gave away at the lifestyle show. On the back is says "Official Witness of the 2005 World Series of Poker."
I stare at her blankly, fumbling for words.
"I'll give you ten dollars for it," she said.
Apparently, she expected me to pull it off in the middle of the casino floor, exposing my albino like hairy chest and portruding belly.
"I'd rather hang onto it," I replied.
"I'll give you twenty dollars for it," she insisted.
I finally relented at that price and told her I would go change. But rather than wait behind, she followed me into the elevator and up to the ninth floor. I was waiting for her to pull a gun, knife or perhaps sledgehammer, as I kept sneaking glances behind me.
She seemed eager to follow me into the room, but I told her to wait outside a minute. I pulled my free souvenir Slots-A-Fun T-shirt from my dresser and changed shirts. I walked outside and completed the deal. Thank God she wasn't waiting with a weapon when I opened the door.