So much to say, so little time

Please excuse the quickness with which this was written, as it is late and I desperately need to make sure I see enough sleep with a day of work looming on the horizon. Here's the quick breakdown of this weekend:

Went to Rowan on Friday night to hang with Mike and Ray. Turned out into a pretty sociable night when Jen Jax, Dana and Joe Flac all showed up. Was a good time getting to hang out with those guys since I hadn't seen them in awhile. Bonus point for seeing Dana drunk for only the second or third time ever, and that is always entertaining.

Saturday started off as usual. Billiards was good, felt better with how I was playing then I have in a long time. My break is improved I think, and I was really focusing well on my shots. Started to get pretty tired as day wore on, but for the most part is was a quality session of billiards.

That night, went home and rolled online for a bit. Sat at a table with the ultimate donkey player and proceeded to make him my target for the night. When I sat at the table ($10NL), he had $35 on the table and was the high stack, which would normally suggest that he is a good player. On the contrary, he was ridiculous. He raised preflop every hand, was the ultimate hero calling many times with absolutely nothing, and was totally obvious in his moves. Despite all this, he consistently would drop down to about 20-25 dollars on the table and then get a hand job by the deck when calling someone's all-in from way behind and get back up. It was pretty fun just fucking with the guy and openly discussing my goal for the night, and it got even better when I told Jay and he joined me. Eventually, we got him to bust, and as soon as he did, the entire table broke. Despite losing a hand early on to another player where my boat on the turn got beat by a suck out on the river, I left the night up in money and spirits.

Sunday was football day. The JV squad pulled out a victory against the St. Looser Hams which makes me happy. The Cowboys got spanked severely by the 'Skins, hurting their playoff chances and making me more happy.

One bad thing was the fight I got involved in against my Dad, Stacy and Kristen who all felt that not only was Michael Moore's films full of facts and truths, and that not only is making a one-sided and obviously biased film under the guise of "documentary" totally acceptable, but that he has no responsibility whatsoever as a documenter to portray both sides and that his methods (which are easily comparable to those used by propaganda mongers of Nazi Germany) are respectable and just.

So yeah, you can imagine how that ended (45 minute argument against people who use your personal political views as an excuse to ignore your arguments, proceeded by sarcastic comments and self-defeating points, capped off by me losing it and falling into a cursing tirade not seen since the days of Andrew Dice Clay).