Back To Poker?

I have not had much desire to play poker or talk poker or think poker or anything poker ever since the September 11 tragedy. I certainly haven't felt much like doing anything here on the Everything Vince forum. I remember that I was wavering between keeping this forum going and shucking it even before that terrible day. The whole purpose for the forum in the first place was to chronicle my poker experience's as I traveled out west in my glorious VW bus. By my schedule I should be in Philadelephia next weekend visiting my youngest son and playing in AC and having dinner with Ratso. No, it isn't terrorism that's stopping me. It is a building contractor, I'm sorry to say. I only wish I had Ray Zee's advice before I started this project. "Don't get ahead in money. And don't let them deviate from the schedule" For about a month now I have really wondered if we are, were, getting shamed. I hope not but only the end result will give me a definitive answer. The funny thing about this is that I have become kind of close with the contractor. I have been helping with the work for about 6 days now and gotten to know him pretty good. Especially since it is only the two of us working. Oh, well that's another long story.


The weekend after next is the FARGO Tournament. I had to bow out of the FIHUPT2 at the Fossilman Casino but I am solid on doing the FARGO thing. I think. My best poker buddy in the whole world "Dangerous Dan" will be there because I egged him on. So I have to get there just for that reason alone. Besides he's my partner in the "pairs tournament" and he's a good tournament player.


If all goes well we will be about 95% completed with the apartment by tourney time. I figure 3 weeks and we are done. I will probably hang around for a week after that to get the VW in order. It ain't got no heat and the brakes need looking at. Once that's done I'm gone. A.C, Biloxi, El Paso, Alburqurque and Phoenix. Then Vegas at Christmas. Gosh I'm exited just thinking about it. If only this computer were a female I'd get it on right now.


Hey, did I tell you that my nephew Peter got married this past weekend. Quite a shindig. He married a Maria. She fits the song very nicely. We had the reception at the Seacoast (I think that was the name) Hotel. Now get this. The Hotel is, where did you say? The Boston "World Trade Center". That's right, Boston WTC. Man, no matter where you go in this country, you cannot get away from it. I guess if you are an American you couldn't get away from it anywhere in the Universe. Nor should you.


Of course, I did get away from it. Right there in the Boston WTC it left me for a whole evening. How you ask? Dancing! Yes fat old Vince danced. Not just one dance or two. I danced all night! I danced so much I couldn't get out of bed the next afternoon from all the aches and pains. I danced and danced and danced and danced. I couldn't get enough of it. I can't even remember the last time I danced before Saturday night. Maybe 5 years ago and maybe only one or two dances. But Saturday was my night to dance. I thought of my Mom who passed away last year. She was ninety. She could hardly walk but I gaurantee that if she had made the wedding she would have danced. It was her granson, after all. And she loved him and she loved to dance. She was always the life of the party and she always danced. i guess I never knew how much I liked dancing. Dancing is great fun. Really.


Well, I'm still struggling with my focus. I'm not sure how all of this murderous stuff is going to affect me in the long run. Not a big deal for me. I'm more concerned for the victims and their families. You see, I still can't get away from it. I'll try harder next time. Right now I think I"ll watch the video of the wedding. I want to see that old fat bald guy that's doing all the dancing.


vince

Vince-- as our President has said "It's time for America to get back to work!" We must not let the terrorists stop us in our American dreams....whatever those dreams may be. We must not forget what happened on 9/11/01 or the amazing people who helped in so many ways. We must continue on, brother, to make the world a better place. The events of last month have touched all of us in different ways. Some are angry, some are hurt, and some are paralyzed with fear. Then there are those like me, who just want to enjoy their precious lives and the precious people they love. I am so thankful I am alive now-- I do not want to take anything for granted, particularly my family and dear friends. Poker is not important when compared to people, but it is a game that involves people. We all love poker, and the people who play it and "post it" on our forum. If you want to just give up on the forum, let's talk about it before you make a decision. That's why we are here, remember? As for your roadtrip... I'll be waiting to give you a big hug when you visit Vegas at Christmas. Smile, sweetie. It's ok..... xxoo, Babe

I went to one of the local Indian casinos last night. Spent about eight hours playing 4-8HE. Was up some, was down some. Made some really bad plays, made a few really good ones. Left dead even on money, having identified a major leak in my game and learned some things to plug it, having had pretty good pizza, better than average company, an absolutely gorgeous woman dump a drink into my lap and then spend several minutes trying to pat it dry with a napkin before she and I got over the stutters and realized what she was doing, generally had a hell of a good time. Left dead even on cash, up by about 150BB in general spirit and feeling about the world.


As always, YMMV. I can't guarantee it will work for everyone but for me, I played poker and it helped things feel better.


Jeff James

"Some are angry, some are hurt, and some are paralyzed with fear. "


Hurt and angry are perfectly acceptable. Hell, I was so shocked that I didn't feel that tightness-in-the-chest feeling of doom till more than a week after it happened. however, paralyzed with fear is no good. I have a friend who is afraid of death to the point of excess. This person was so much in fear after the attacks that they couldn't even function in any way. Don't let this happen to you. If you live forever in fear, then the terrorist have already won, and you have lost. Sure, I could be killed tomorrow. I could step in front of a bus, get blown up by a terrorist, or I could spontaneously combust. Ain't worried about any of it. No sense in worrying, because I can't prevent any of it anyway. Well, maybe the bus.


"Then there are those like me, who just want to enjoy their precious lives and the precious people they love. "


Babe, you have it right! This is a lesson to be passed along to all....


Dave in Cali