WSOP Trip Report Day 6
DAY 6 – Tuesday
There’s no poker content for Tuesday—just a brief story about my flight home. I bought a bottle of water at the Starbucks in Cleveland to drink on the final leg of my trip. They had a choice of either a regular-sized bottle with a squirt type of top, or a massive bottle with a cap that you screw off, like normal. I chose the regular-sized one, thinking I could just unscrew the whole squirting apparatus and drink out of the bottle.
I was on the plane trying to unscrew the squirting apparatus when I kind of drenched myself. The cap was on so tight that I had to squeeze the bottle to get a good grip, and I must have accidentally opened the nozzle a bit, because I soaked my shirt and pants trying to get the damn cap off.
I wasn’t taking it very well. I wanted water pretty bad, and the fact that it was right there in front of me but I couldn’t have it was really pissing me off. To make matters worse, there was a fairly attractive woman seated behind me and to my right, and I’m pretty sure she saw the whole thing. I decided to give up on trying to screw the nozzle cap off. It wasn’t working out. If Starbucks wanted me to drink from the nozzle like I’m a baby or a football player in a Gatorade commercial, so be it. I’ll drink from the nozzle.
The problem with that was that I don’t really have much experience drinking from squeeze-type nozzle-capped water bottles. I needed to save face after drenching myself, so I decided to go for broke and do a long-range squirt into my mouth like I’d seen on TV. I’d get my water, I’d look cool, and we could all forget about the incident.
I ended up squirting it all over my face, and in my eyes, by accident. I’d already drenched my shirt and pants, and now I’d squirted myself in the face. I was like a one-man Three Stooges episode. This time, I couldn’t get mad at the bottle. I killed myself laughing for about five minutes as the plane began its descent into Toronto. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that embarrassed in my life, and all I could do was laugh about it, and try really hard to air-dry.
Regards,
all_aces
There’s no poker content for Tuesday—just a brief story about my flight home. I bought a bottle of water at the Starbucks in Cleveland to drink on the final leg of my trip. They had a choice of either a regular-sized bottle with a squirt type of top, or a massive bottle with a cap that you screw off, like normal. I chose the regular-sized one, thinking I could just unscrew the whole squirting apparatus and drink out of the bottle.
I was on the plane trying to unscrew the squirting apparatus when I kind of drenched myself. The cap was on so tight that I had to squeeze the bottle to get a good grip, and I must have accidentally opened the nozzle a bit, because I soaked my shirt and pants trying to get the damn cap off.
I wasn’t taking it very well. I wanted water pretty bad, and the fact that it was right there in front of me but I couldn’t have it was really pissing me off. To make matters worse, there was a fairly attractive woman seated behind me and to my right, and I’m pretty sure she saw the whole thing. I decided to give up on trying to screw the nozzle cap off. It wasn’t working out. If Starbucks wanted me to drink from the nozzle like I’m a baby or a football player in a Gatorade commercial, so be it. I’ll drink from the nozzle.
The problem with that was that I don’t really have much experience drinking from squeeze-type nozzle-capped water bottles. I needed to save face after drenching myself, so I decided to go for broke and do a long-range squirt into my mouth like I’d seen on TV. I’d get my water, I’d look cool, and we could all forget about the incident.
I ended up squirting it all over my face, and in my eyes, by accident. I’d already drenched my shirt and pants, and now I’d squirted myself in the face. I was like a one-man Three Stooges episode. This time, I couldn’t get mad at the bottle. I killed myself laughing for about five minutes as the plane began its descent into Toronto. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that embarrassed in my life, and all I could do was laugh about it, and try really hard to air-dry.
Regards,
all_aces
Comments
Also, it's cool to hear first hand descriptions of what the pros are like.
Congrats on the good play in the tourneys. Too bad for that KK bad beat. That must have been rough.
Really great. Very intersting, entertaining, and well-written posts. Thanks for taking the time to share them here.
The great irony here is that a football player in a Gatorade commercial probably *would* end up "drinking" the liquid from the bottle in a way similar to your second attempt. You may have even saved face by fooling people into thinking that you were somehow shooting such a commercial right on the plane.
"New Gatorade Altitude..."
ROTFLMAO
I for one think that the fact that you laughed here says a lot of good things about you as a person.
Once again, thanks for the excellent read. I really enjoyed it! 8)
ScottyZ
When I was 16yrs old, I was getting a hair cut from the this hot "older" (19) girl. She asked me a general question and I opened my mouth to answer before I knew what I wanted to say...These strange sounds were coming out of my mouth and I couldn't stop them. I wasn't even making words!
So I know how you felt! :oops:
Awesome writing and great stories, I am pumped to go to Vegas myself now!
Thanks for taking the time, keep them coming!
I will be your agent! 8) Sweet, we will both end up celebrities!
I'm sure I'm speaking on behalf of a lot of us who read these, that we were living vicarously through you while reading them. Great details about the whole event, the feel and the flow of being in Sin City during tournament time.
I'm just waiting now for your details about your trip out to the "Chicken Ranch..." I hear they've got a lot of talent there, with some of the nicest pairs you'll ever get your hands on.
AK
My next trip will likely be to Regina again, but I'm not exactly sure. I'll probably start checking out pokerpages.com sometime soon to see what's going on in the near future....
Al, this poker break won't go on for nearly long enough to interfere with BIPC3.
Esool: Attractive women, without a doubt, have a strange effect on otherwise coherent men. That's why they generally have an edge at the poker table. At one table, I was to the right of a girl who had a 'straddler' to her left. He was the only one at the table, so it was always only her big blind that was straddled. She said she didn't like it, and he stopped doing it.
If I had asked him to stop, I don't think I'd have gotten the same response lol.
Yeah, I get sick of poker just about every time during the time between when my pocket Aces get cracked until the first card of the next hand is dealt. 8)
Huh? A long lost cousin of R2D2?
C3PO: Pardon me sir. But would you be so kind as to discontinue your subspace demodulation burst transmission? I'm afraid it is interfering with my BIPC3.
*sigh* Sometimes I feel like I need a break from just about everything.
Thank god it's the weekend.
ScottyZ
ROFLMAO!
Sorry, BIPC3 is short for the Bathurst Invitational Poker Classic part 3. It's a single-table ten-person NL tourney I play with my friends every 6 weeks or so. $100 buy-in, with rebuys for half during the first 7 levels I believe, and pays top three.
A friend of mine built us a pretty sweet home-made hold'em table a while ago, so I decided to put it to use by running a full 10-person tourney every once in a while instead of the usual 6-man dealer's choice nights I used to have.
Cheers,
all_aces
ROFL
Classic stuff! Looking forward to reading the 2005 report.