How The Other Half Lives

Instead of sitting on my ass tonight and either playing with chips or worse yet clicking a checkraise on my mouse I hit the great outdoors to watch a game of softball. Earlier this season with 2 of the fields at Cheviot scheduled to be closed for maintenance a lot of teams and leagues were moved. Some leagues like ours were moved to the ghetto. Leagues like Mike's moved to much tonier pastures. Pacific Palisades to be exact.

Just riding up there through the neighborhood you can see the difference between this neighborhood and the one we currently play in. The projects and fast food franchises are nowhere to be seen but there's million dollar homes and SUV's on tree lined streets. I remarked to Mike that I felt like I was in Leave It To Beaver land.

Who knew a city park could be so nice? Not to mention sparsely populated. No soccer players holding up the game every inning here. Just lots of wide open space, basketball courts, tennis courts, a gym that blew my mind with glass backboards and bleachers, looking better then any of the high school gyms that I've been to. At least the high schools I went to. I won't even talk about the bathroom that's cleaner then the ones at the local malls.

The baseball field looks like Dodger Stadium compared to our current field. Well lit, fast infield with true bounces, spacious dugouts with acess to both the field and the bleachers not to mention the nifty batholders. Did I already mention a lack of soccer players in the outfield?

I'm jealous.

I did notice that the neighborhood surrounding the park would be a car thief's heaven with the two main local thoroughfares, Sunset Blvd and PCH, making for easy getaways. Not to mention the quality vehicles in the neighborhood.

While everyone else is glued to watching the NBA playoffs or MLB baseball I fill my time checking updates from the WSOP. This is the feel good story of the tourney so far.

Sadly, Charley passed away today. It's nice to know so many people went out of their way to make his final days better. Reaffirms my belief in human nature. We all need that.

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Keeping Up

I told my homeboy last week that I was gonna strive to update everyday. Shit. Like that happened. Update time.

How bad can you get fucked up by eating leftover turkey tacos? Very. That was this afternoon but I'm pretty sure I'm gonna live. But spending the hours between 3 and 7 keeled over behind the counter in a cold sweat and your body wracked with chills is quite a character builder. I even survived a hour long visit with the kids during that span. Heart baby, all heart.

Succumbing to the evils of peer pressure and my bitch ass friends, (male and female), I ordered a new phone which I should be picking up tomorrow or Wednesday.

The final kick in the ass being people who show up at the house waiting for me claiming they have no other means of getting ahold of me. Three times in the last week, three different people. It's not like I'm that hard to find. Five days a week, 9 to 7:30, I'm at the same place. I think they're all just borderline stalkers.

For those in the know this makes 3 phones and 3 different carriers in about the same time span. Hearing that it may take awhile for them to switch my old number over to the new carrier is not a problem. I was more then happy to take a new number. I say this everytime but seriously.....I have to watch who I give that shit out to. I already got my new phone number viz email. Grab a pen. Ready? It's 310- &^% - @#!*.

Cool moment from the weekend. No, it wasn't Father's Day which was actually not bad and my Dad got the digital camera he's been wanting. As for me I got a fishing game for the X Box since I'm always whining about not having time to go fish anymore. It almost makes hanging out with the lil monsters bearable. Almost.

Back to the cool moment from the weekend. An impromptu meeting in front of GR2 with Ant, Carlos, Bret, Angela, and Happy. I never really get to hang out, hang out, with these guys like I do with some of my other teammates and it was nice standing on the blvd with them just shooting the breeze. Our team may not have the best record but it has the best people, fans included.

Another Night In The Ghetto

This post is dedicated to the resident "Hollywood" guy who couldn't be there since he had a script meeting. He did send me a email asking me the outcome that I didn't read til late last night.

Lately I've been in the bad habit of staying out til the post dawn hours of the morning then coming home and collapsing until early evening. I really shouldn't bitch about it cuz yes it's worth it.

This past Thursday marked the first time in my 3 seasons playing for Giant Robot that I missed a game. That leaves Martin as the lone Iron Man, playing in every game since the team's inception. Everyone else has missed at least a game. Props to Martin. Sucks that I'm gonna be missing the next game too due to another 7:30 pm start and my lack of proximity to the ghetto and that lil detail known as work.

This last game was a heartbreaker. Arriving in the middle of the 2nd inning I joined the wife and girlfriend contingent in the bleachers just in time to witness a 5 run outburst by the homeboys. Joy Joy Joy. I was immediately handed the scorebook. I think they felt sorry for me and wanted me to feel involved.

"It's a lot easier to watch from up here", I remarked to Hap's number one fan, Susan, who was my spotter throughout the night. "It's exciting when they're scoring like this" was her reply. Which made me wonder in the back of my mind how bad it was watching from afar when we suck. I didn't have to wonder long.

Taking an 8-5 lead over the league leading fag accountants from BDO into the 6th inning the gay bean counters came back with 3 runs in the top of the 6th to tie the game which GR was unable to answer.

Top of the 7th. Last inning. The bottom falls out. Martin looks tired and starts walking people. Then their big, balding, power hitter smacked one over the fence with the bases loaded. Shit. The view from the bleachers does suck. Game over.

Note to self. The BDO pitcher is prolly the player I hate the most in our league. If I was properly armed there would have been bodies all over as a result of my going Anakin watching the BDO celebration. Don't show up my fucking team. I'm gonna remember this next season.

Game Face

Back to the cages for the 2nd day in a row. How sad is it that 3 of us show up and only one is gonna play in the game Thursday?

Me ~ Most likely not playing since I won't make it by 730. Unless the black guy is the umpire. he won't give a fuck.

Nao ~ The GR visitor from Japan isn't even on the team but came anyway. Poor guy fucked up his hands. I know that feeling.

Martin ~ His team and a possible MVP candidate this season. Good to know self improvement starts at the top.

Dinner at Zankou Chicken has me wondering why I was ever so in love with the place. I musta been starving to eat their with Jay week after week. Chances are I just played it out just like Big Tomy's, Fatburger, and any other 24 hour place you can name.

I picked up a extra 30,00 chips awhile ago courtesy of some clown who went all in with a pair of queens while i was holding a ace high straight. I love this game. Some of us don't share the feeling.


M ~ dude
M ~ 8 time
M ~ in row
M ~ fold
G ~ see how smart you are?
G ~ tight agressive is a good way to be
M ~ thats why this game is so stupid
M ~ stupid ass game
M ~ now i know why i dont like this game
M ~ or remember why i dont like this game
G ~ whys that?
G ~ lack of action?
M ~ cuz it stupid
M ~ yeah
M ~ no chance
M ~ in or out
M ~ cant work
G ~ watch win a few pots
G ~ yer dick get hard again
G ~ pots > viagra
11:55 PM

The Wall

Ok, it's time. Time to man the fuck up, face the world, and get on with my life. Bad shit happens to everyone, not just me.

No more driving around for the sake of killing time driving. Avoiding pretty much everyone I know after 7 pm and killing AIM. Or just spending 6 hours a night playing online fucking poker. Course it could be worse. I could be playing videogames.

So if I've been hard to find or just a lil bitch ass all I can is my bad. I'm straight now. But if you find me slipping feel free to kick my ass. It might do some good.

I think I just get too self conscious with all these people enquiring about my well being despite their good intentions. Like when I was laid up in the hospital and totally dreaded any visitors and perfected the art of feigning to be asleep. Not to mention all the visitor requests I refused when i was locked up. It mut be pride. I don't want people I care about to see me at my worst.

Tilt

From the Poker Dictionary

Tilt: A player is said to have gone on "tilt" when he or she is guided more by emotions then sound tactics or strategy.

I wish I was just talking about poker.

Update on the stolen possesions from my Bachan's retirement home. After one cladestine nightime visit to talk to the head maintenance man (AKA the keepr of the keys) and an official visit to talk to the Nihonjin administrator this morning a monetary compromise is forthcoming. The cool part is when the maintenance guy pulled two of his coworkers over when he saw me approaching. When we passed him I stopped and reminded him under my breath,"When I told you that you better have friends I meant more then two fucker". There I was thinking he wouldn't recognize me in a suit and sunglasses. Ha.

Spending the last 2 evenings hitting 250 balls at the cage doesn't mean shit. Time to take off the gag and quit choking. I think with my glowing .143 batting average the last 2 games I'd settle for a hard hit out. If we lose to this fucking team of bean counters......

AK, suited or not, is not my friend. I play pockets 2's with more confidence right now.

Now somebody hand me a screwdriver so I can screw my fifty cent head back on straight. Thanks.