Finally in the house

Better late than never, I fought my way through ridiculous Sunday afternoon Philly traffic, lousy roast beef sandwich and a massive hangover to make it to the Borgata to witness some outstanding donkery. The lemurs are out in force, we're watching players in a huge deep stack event play the game like it's a super turbo. T50,000 to start, 25/50 blinds. People still busted out on the first hand.

I'm starting to remember how much fun you can have just spending a little time outside smoking when the players are on break. They all have a bad beat story and giving it up to anyone who will listen. I won't. My own bad beat story for the day was nearly dumping a 2 gallon tub of Coke just outside the rail. My cat-like reflexes were the only thing that saved me from complete embarrassment.

The upside is having the media table sitting directly outside of the cocktail pickup area. Riggstad has spent most of the day saying "omigod omigod omigod". I don't even look up anymore when he does it. I can never tell whether he's saying it about a cocktail waitress or if he's swooning over Jimmy Woods 20 feet away. He has a horrid man crush. (We're still arguing over which was his best cartoon cameo. I say Family Guy, he says the Simpsons)

I'll spend the next few hours walking around to get a feel for the tournament as it goes along. I've already seen enough to fill up 3 days worth of posts and I'll try to slim it down. Once that is done I can hit the conveniently located craps table just outside the poker room.