Sleep With the Fishes, Dine on the Whales

I sent out the final update via email to my investors.  Went deep in a deep stack for lint, and just missed a final table in an outside the Rio tournament.  I traded well again, as I had a piece of the dude that chopped/won that tournament and had a tiny sliver of a guy that finished ~21st in the Millionaire Maker. Tough run in Vegas, considering every package event, I lost my first big all-in hand (one time I had my opponent slightly covered) as a big favorite.  While that in itself is not uncommon to lose as a big favorite, it's pretty unlikely for those hands to essentially happen consecutively every single FIRST time.  Literally, I couldn't get anything going in any event despite getting it in great (Sets, overpairs etc. etc. etc). Just like last year, I came back to New Orleans and played in a weekly.  I mauled it.  Couldn't miss in a 5 hour turbo with the kind of card run I couldn't get over the course of a week in Vegas.  Poker can be cruel....

milk man Lots of things happening at once in my life: The biggest and most important is the birth of my second child.  Awesome.  I have a daughter now and she's a late night partier.  Yes, up all night, sleeps all day which hopefully won't be repeated in her college years.  My wife, who has become a vending machine, somehow seems to do 100 things in a day and not get any sleep.  She's up substantially more than me because, well, because my nipples don't work the same way hers do.  Interesting fact though, some men have been known to develop milk when the mother of a newborn is out of the picture.  Which answers the question from Meet the Parents "I have nipples too, Greg, can you milk me?"  Well, yes. Fortunately, my wife isn't out of the picture so I'm not becoming some sort of mutant man and lactating.  However, I do advise for future fathers to not mention being tired or wanting a nap if your wife is nursing away all ni...

The subtitle of this post should be: I brag about achievements in a sport nobody's heard of or plays and then mention the video above... I love games, and odd ball sports. Lots of fun to play. Handball, variations of dodgeball, even ultimate frisbee, you name it, I'll enjoy playing it. One of my favorite games is a variation of football called Hardyball. In that you can forward pass from anywhere on the field. You have six total downs to move the ball downfield. It's a blast. Though nobody quite understands why, but two of my favorite team athletic moments were on a Hardyball field. And before you mock me as an athlete, I was quite accomplished in soccer (I know, I know) but it was in an area of the country that took soccer seriously. Anyway, in Hardyball, memory number one was beating an All American Championship subdivision QB and an All American receiver, on a team of football players (Hardyball was touch otherwise we would have been mauled) in intramurals. We didn't...