[The Gift Of Gab]

Commerce took all my money and gave me food poisoning.



Sucker and I get there at 10pm on Friday and after some dinner I jump into a 50-100 PLO game.

After a few hours of slow bleeding, Sucker comes over and we decide it's time to head back to the hotel.

Just after I cash out, Phil Laak walks in with Tobey Maguire. A 50-100 NL game forms instantly and I somehow squeeze into the game without home field advantage. Sucker groans because he is tired and I'm his ride back, but I tell him to shut up and go win more money, which he does.

It gets folded to the blinds and they each put in 13k preflop. One has aces and the other has eights. Tilt is a many-splendored thing. The guy with the eights sucks out and shuts down for the rest of the night.

I lay kings down preflop against aces with only 10 big blinds worth of damage.

Everything about the games is great except for my cards. I book no winning sessions. Sucker tries his best, but between us we end up very stuck for the trip.

We go out for Mexican with Gabe, Michael Davis and Mike L., and have a good time before heading home near midnight.



The Commerce bagel with lox was edible, unlike everything else I've eaten there, but I woke up retching this morning.

Still running bad.