Home Sweet Home--A Love Story

GAME ON: July 2006
OK, after reflecting on the most recent Tunica trip, I have decided it was just about great. Well, it is every time, but aside from making a major score it appears I have found my home. Home away from home that is. I have finally made the connection at Sam's Town that has been generously extended on no less than 3 other occasions. Being the guarded type when it comes to deep relationships, I have accepted the benefits of Sammy, without reciprocating on an emotional level, but this time was different. It just didn't feel right pulling in and throwing SAM the figurative high hard one for a few days and driving away after ravaging Sam for the pleasure without another thought. I found myself thinking of Sam, guilt crept in when I spent time with Goldy and the Shoe. Even the glamour of Holly didn't couldn't sway my thoughts of Sammy. And, upon my return, I felt comfortable, welcomed, HOME. I can now say that my lust has changed in a significant way--dare I use the dreaded L word. But it is true, there is a depth that is apparent as the nose on my face. Thanks SAM, I miss you, and will see you soon.

OK, now for the recap sports fan. "You are as cute as a freckled pup in a peppermint patch"--and I don't care who you are, now that is funny. Since Super Mundus has already banged out the pantyhose line, no need to duplicate--but the drunkest guy in Tunica toreD (roy d. mercer reference here) me up, and blue satin dallas cowboy sweatpants were not involved. I want to give my boy Mundus Kudos for his mental strength in not allowing himself to enjoy Roy D. to the fullest. Now what exactly does this say about a fella? Not sure, but I got a real kick out of watching contain laughter on principle (his own misguided principle, but hey, he's got rights). Mega props to Nater the Dominator on a hefty tournament win (no mention of the ridiculous chop here); oh and almost forgot, super props to staying away from the all damaging $1 Wheel. And, I might add, if we counted up the losses of our groups $1 wheel, I betcha it is way over a $1000. Listen boys, that son of a bitch is the devil, forsake it now, and allow the dice table to become your new vice.

Chevy, well what can you say, Eeyore just takes the cake--well done sir, well done (even if you are a terrible card player). And, the poker dealers, well, let me just give ya'll a big thumbs up. Lupe' was terrific, and I think probably always is, and he does have a way with people. Tough man made a good showing, but I believe we may have reinforced that -ev games are not to be engaged--I look for his next trip to really be of the coffee variety. And, Dan, well, if you are trying to impress somebody, count this guy in! 37 hours? REally, I mean I witnessed some of it but still, 37 hours--impressive indeed.

Shout out to action player, and a pat on the ole back for me, because I had a moderate loss and great time, just the way I like it. Until we meet again, Sammy I miss you!