The Yugoslavian
03-10-2005, 08:05 PM
Well, this really has *nothing* to do with STTs but since both Skipperbob and I post here (one of us more than the other, /images/graemlins/blush.gif ), you guys will have to deal with it.
This lunch trip all came about when Skipperbob realized:
A) I am not actually living in Yugoslavia
B) I live in Orange County
These points can *easily* be gathered by just looking at my location underneath my avatar. However, apparently Skipperbob reads all of my posts drunk ( /images/graemlins/confused.gif ) and didn't notice this fact until I explicitly stated where I live in some recent post or another (who can keep track?).
So, after realizing that I worked ~15 minutes away from his office and that I possibly could be bribed into 'laughing at' his multitude of jokes in this forum, it was only natural that he invited me to lunch.
Well, of course I was a bit wary of the Skipper owing to his eccentric (at best) stories and warped (in a good way? /images/graemlins/crazy.gif ) sense of humor. But I thought, what the hell, I'll only live once and perhaps I can talk him into a +EV prop bet for myself (Zen-style).
So, I arrive at his office and announce my presence to his secretary. She asks me to wait just a minute while he comes down from his office. Well, either Skipperbob is even older than I thought ( /images/graemlins/shocked.gif ) or he's in a wheelchair b/c I'm waiting there for several minutes. What could be soooo important?!
After a few more minutes his secretary informs me to just go on up to his office myself. Now I'm thinking perhaps he hurt himself laughing so hard that the 'pink commie bastard' actually showed up at his office. Since he may need assistance (I mean, he's really old right? /images/graemlins/confused.gif ) I dash up the stairs to his office.
So....low and behold, he's playing poker in his plush office (very, very plush I might add). Also, he's not nearly the old man winter he pretends to be at all ( /images/graemlins/shocked.gif ) and certainly capable of walking down the 1/2 a flight of stairs all by himself, /images/graemlins/tongue.gif.
So, after greeting me quickly he hurries back to his computer, directs me behind his monitor and pressingly asks me what he should do. Several thoughts rush through my mind as I stare at what appears to be the bubble of a STEP 3:
1. I don't gamble with other people's money.
2. I've never played a STEP in my life (and he must know this).
3. I'm pretty sure that if he needs advice on his STEPs play, there is at least one other source he can turn to.
4. I haven't even had time to look at the stack sizes, and I certainly have *no* idea what kind of opposition he's up against.
5. I just wanted a free lunch, /images/graemlins/frown.gif. Guess there's no such thing.
So, since all my faculties were failing, I quickly studied the table, realized he was about to be blinded out and was UTG. I heeded the advice of Gigabet and told him to 'Pooooooooosh.' Was it the right play? No clue. Did I look at his cards? Not really (89o). Did he get called and suckout? He sure did! /images/graemlins/smile.gif.
So, I breath a mental sigh of relief and figure he now will have easy decesions that won't need backwards, communism analysis.
Wrong.
Now apparently I'm suppose to be the 'yes' man for every push he wants to make. Thankfully he has decent hands and despite the ridiculously moronic (which he made abundantly clear to me, who already knew, and his table, which apparently didn't know) play of the rest of the table, advanced to a STEP 4.
What would have happened if he had lost on that bubble? Well, I did see a mini-canon outside on his patio (along with a very nice golf green for putting) so something tells me that other firearms could have been close by ( /images/graemlins/shocked.gif ). Suffice it to say, I doubt this trip report would have happened.
Thankfully, he's now in a good mood and proceeds to show off his office and all sorts of other things (including his ride....which he referred to in a rather indelicate way that is not fit for print here, /images/graemlins/wink.gif ).
I concluded two things from touring where he works:
1. It has tons of Skipperbob flavor.
2. It is surprisingly tasteful, /images/graemlins/shocked.gif.
(He must enjoy playing pok-....errr....working there very much)
Next, we go to a CoCo's for lunch, (a restaurant like Baker's Square, perhaps?) and chat about all sorts of 2+2 and non-2+2 related issues.
It becomes clear that despite his best efforts to hide it, he is immeasurably proud of Lil' Skippy. It also becomes clear that no matter how hard Lil' Skippy tries, Skipperbob will not/cannot listen to and/or follow his 'teachings.' I guess the Dreaded Skipper might just have a bit too much gamble in him, /images/graemlins/grin.gif.
While I will not go into the specifics of our discussion, it was quite entertaining and I certainly got a unique perspective/knowledge of several posters. I believe a good time was had by all, /images/graemlins/cool.gif.
In summation, Skipperbob was not nearly as disturbingly eccentric as he could have turned out to be. But he also wasn't nearly the unparalleled genius that he makes himself out to be, /images/graemlins/smirk.gif.
(Also, for anyone who was paying attention earlier this morning and has $$ riding on the outcome, his means were *clearly* in excess of mine and the bill was divided up accordingly.)
Thanks for the entertaining and exceptional lunch, Skipperbob!
Yugoslav
Who just started his first...thread....ever! /images/graemlins/shocked.gif
This lunch trip all came about when Skipperbob realized:
A) I am not actually living in Yugoslavia
B) I live in Orange County
These points can *easily* be gathered by just looking at my location underneath my avatar. However, apparently Skipperbob reads all of my posts drunk ( /images/graemlins/confused.gif ) and didn't notice this fact until I explicitly stated where I live in some recent post or another (who can keep track?).
So, after realizing that I worked ~15 minutes away from his office and that I possibly could be bribed into 'laughing at' his multitude of jokes in this forum, it was only natural that he invited me to lunch.
Well, of course I was a bit wary of the Skipper owing to his eccentric (at best) stories and warped (in a good way? /images/graemlins/crazy.gif ) sense of humor. But I thought, what the hell, I'll only live once and perhaps I can talk him into a +EV prop bet for myself (Zen-style).
So, I arrive at his office and announce my presence to his secretary. She asks me to wait just a minute while he comes down from his office. Well, either Skipperbob is even older than I thought ( /images/graemlins/shocked.gif ) or he's in a wheelchair b/c I'm waiting there for several minutes. What could be soooo important?!
After a few more minutes his secretary informs me to just go on up to his office myself. Now I'm thinking perhaps he hurt himself laughing so hard that the 'pink commie bastard' actually showed up at his office. Since he may need assistance (I mean, he's really old right? /images/graemlins/confused.gif ) I dash up the stairs to his office.
So....low and behold, he's playing poker in his plush office (very, very plush I might add). Also, he's not nearly the old man winter he pretends to be at all ( /images/graemlins/shocked.gif ) and certainly capable of walking down the 1/2 a flight of stairs all by himself, /images/graemlins/tongue.gif.
So, after greeting me quickly he hurries back to his computer, directs me behind his monitor and pressingly asks me what he should do. Several thoughts rush through my mind as I stare at what appears to be the bubble of a STEP 3:
1. I don't gamble with other people's money.
2. I've never played a STEP in my life (and he must know this).
3. I'm pretty sure that if he needs advice on his STEPs play, there is at least one other source he can turn to.
4. I haven't even had time to look at the stack sizes, and I certainly have *no* idea what kind of opposition he's up against.
5. I just wanted a free lunch, /images/graemlins/frown.gif. Guess there's no such thing.
So, since all my faculties were failing, I quickly studied the table, realized he was about to be blinded out and was UTG. I heeded the advice of Gigabet and told him to 'Pooooooooosh.' Was it the right play? No clue. Did I look at his cards? Not really (89o). Did he get called and suckout? He sure did! /images/graemlins/smile.gif.
So, I breath a mental sigh of relief and figure he now will have easy decesions that won't need backwards, communism analysis.
Wrong.
Now apparently I'm suppose to be the 'yes' man for every push he wants to make. Thankfully he has decent hands and despite the ridiculously moronic (which he made abundantly clear to me, who already knew, and his table, which apparently didn't know) play of the rest of the table, advanced to a STEP 4.
What would have happened if he had lost on that bubble? Well, I did see a mini-canon outside on his patio (along with a very nice golf green for putting) so something tells me that other firearms could have been close by ( /images/graemlins/shocked.gif ). Suffice it to say, I doubt this trip report would have happened.
Thankfully, he's now in a good mood and proceeds to show off his office and all sorts of other things (including his ride....which he referred to in a rather indelicate way that is not fit for print here, /images/graemlins/wink.gif ).
I concluded two things from touring where he works:
1. It has tons of Skipperbob flavor.
2. It is surprisingly tasteful, /images/graemlins/shocked.gif.
(He must enjoy playing pok-....errr....working there very much)
Next, we go to a CoCo's for lunch, (a restaurant like Baker's Square, perhaps?) and chat about all sorts of 2+2 and non-2+2 related issues.
It becomes clear that despite his best efforts to hide it, he is immeasurably proud of Lil' Skippy. It also becomes clear that no matter how hard Lil' Skippy tries, Skipperbob will not/cannot listen to and/or follow his 'teachings.' I guess the Dreaded Skipper might just have a bit too much gamble in him, /images/graemlins/grin.gif.
While I will not go into the specifics of our discussion, it was quite entertaining and I certainly got a unique perspective/knowledge of several posters. I believe a good time was had by all, /images/graemlins/cool.gif.
In summation, Skipperbob was not nearly as disturbingly eccentric as he could have turned out to be. But he also wasn't nearly the unparalleled genius that he makes himself out to be, /images/graemlins/smirk.gif.
(Also, for anyone who was paying attention earlier this morning and has $$ riding on the outcome, his means were *clearly* in excess of mine and the bill was divided up accordingly.)
Thanks for the entertaining and exceptional lunch, Skipperbob!
Yugoslav
Who just started his first...thread....ever! /images/graemlins/shocked.gif