Friday, February 6, 2009

A True Sign Of The Apocalypse

We're here, playing our "normal" Omaha game. Eight players dealt in. Only seven of us call. The only one with the sense to fold?
Maurice.
I kid you not.
(For those of you that haven't played with us, it's 'normally' ...there's that word again....the other way around)

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