In the 60 NLHE there were 70 or 71 runners. I got knocked out in 40th place with Q-8 suited under the gun....the blinds were getting huge.....I did get one...count it....one good hand in 2+ hours. That was the pocket 8's...I still didn't win that hand but what are you going to do? The second tourney was pathetic...both my own poker play and the structure of the tourney. Sometimes I look around and just marvel at the degenerates that show up every day. There was one guy in the turbo (I am not saying that this guy was a degenerate as I don't make fun of people with a disease or condition very often...only when they piss me off...I'm still not really making fun of this guy but it is kinda funny regardless) who couldn't speak..he could only....gurglerasp. I'm not sure if that's a word but I made it up to explain the noise that he made when he 'talked'. Again I'm not making fun of this guy because he sounded like a balloon deflating that had liquid inside of it...I'm just saying it was a little disturbing. Thank god you can't smoke in a poker room anymore...he must have had his share in he past...I'm sure he would have been smoking if he could have...but Jesus H. Christmas. He questioned a hand I was in and I couldn't understand what he was saying. He raised under the gun and I pushed all in over his raise and another call. That's all I did....he said something. It sounded like "Rasssssspppgurrrrgle...ssphhhtt....hhhhaarrr UUUUuu...raasssppding". I said "Ummmm...what the fuck did you say?!" (I really didn't know..I just found out he spoke that way right before that) The 400 pound dealer with an oxygen tube coming out of his nose said "He said 'What are you doing' ya know?" I said "I pushed all in...wasn't that obvious?!". Just after that RaspGurgle folded after hemming and hawing and rasping and gurgling..then the other guy folded. After that I was trying to understand what he was saying and amazingly people knew exactly what he was saying because he is there every day. Little to no avail for me as I didn't even make the cash in the 10 person turbo. While this whole thing was going on in Seabrook my wife, daughters, nieces, sister, and sister-in-law were having their picture taken by THE Terry O'Reilly...at Salisbury Beach. I should have been there instead. I guess he was riding his bike past them as they were getting ready to take a picture. He offered to take the picture so my wife could get into the picture. Was he hitting on my wife or not? Sly bastard...she had no idea who he was of course. I do miss poker and I will get to the poker rooms soon...but I hate missing out on life these days.
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