The repository of one hard-boiled egg from the south suburbs of Milwaukee, Wisconsin (and the occassional guest-blogger). The ramblings within may or may not offend, shock and awe you, but they are what I (or my guest-bloggers) think.
There is a reason why, the few times I go to Vegas, I head straight to the sports books. I was the first one out of the hold’em tourney, lasting 1:11. My only highlight was taking the first pot with pocket 7’s.
Oh well, at least the proceeds (after the payouts) go to a good cause.
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Better luck next time.