A solid month of poker with Gulf Coast Poker tournaments continues at Poker Gras right now. As always this is only thanks to the hard work, belief in poker, and contributions of others. So let's say the much needed Thank Yous! First off... Thank you to the players reading this and traveling to our events and making suggestions to improve our product or tweak an event--we thank each and every one of you. Not to mention all of you liking, sharing, tweeting and retweeting. We are lucky to have so many great and supportive believers across our footprint. Most important part of getting people to tournament is word of mouth. And we appreciate all the nice things you've said about us and our partners. Not to mention, first time, we've ever been at an event and the players in it were rooting for the guarantee to be met... not missed. Very touching. There are way too many of you to name, but you know who you are. Even better so many of you kick butt in poker too. Three
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Flash back to around 2000, said stone is still in existence, and my doorbell rings. It's Monday night, it's someone's birthday, and the Stone symbol is given. I have to be at work the next morning, and The Stone is 300 miles away. But you don't disrespect the Stone. Needless to say, about 12 hours later I return home and the car is about $800 richer than when we left. I won about $100 of that, and bought me a nice Stone polo shirt, which I still wear today, stains, holes and all. You don't throw out a Stone shirt. You just don't.
--G
10/18/97
Four of my degenerate friends and I hop into my car and we head north. We're closet degenerates at this point in our lives so we say we're going to see Syracuse host Temple in a football mismatch, but we know why we're really going.
2nd quarter and it's ugly. Maybe 42-0 or something like that (final ended up 60-7). It's time for some Stone. We get there and it starts off as good as it did for Temple. The cards aren't turning our way and the dice are making our chips disappear. Time for some eats to regroup then back to the tables.
Then, there she is. Goose and I spot the loveliest, most jittery Blackjack dealer you'll ever meet. Jennifer opens her table and the Stone's coffers for us. Five bucks (hey five bucks!) turns into ten, ten turns into twenty, and on it goes. The rest of the crew makes their way over and they join in on the fun. And by fun I mean winning lots of cash and watching Jennifer give me dirty looks when I tell her I'm splitting my 10s.
We all end up winners and the car returns home $1500 happier. Unconfirmed whether or not Jennifer had a restraining order against me.
--G