Ryan & Company Annual Charity Poker Tournament
Countdown . . . . .
32 minutes and 45 seconds until the cards fall. The biggest question on all of your minds . . . (well, second biggest behind "How does he pleasure that wife when he is hung like a gnat?") . . . "Am I ready?"
Answer: YES!
I have 93 songs from various artists on my MP3 player (this includes, but is not at all limited to The Cult, Warrant, Otis Redding, Skid Row, Bob Marley & The Whalers, Dwight Yoakam, Beastie Boys, Daughtry, Eminem, Metallica, Will Smith, Kid Rock and Bad English).
I have a polished pair of sunglasses I bought for $5 at Wal-Mart (they aren't a paying sponsor, so this will be the last I mention them).
I have my lucky jeans (with belt to avoid last years "plumber hand" incident as everyone has been referring to it).
I'm missing my lucky underwear since my last unauthorized midnight dip in Glenn's pool. However, I have soiled the pair I'm wearing in honor of those lost in the great swampy abyss that is Glenn's backyard.
Now it is 25 minutes and 40 seconds.
I must go to etch my name in the history of this companies 3rd annual poker event. In much the same way Mr. Sexton signs off of the PBT shows (where I learned all my poker knowledge):
"May all your hands be on celluliteless asses, and all your pot be seedless!"
Big Pappy . . . . OUT! |
