Early to Bed...........

I fully expected to have to write an entry of apology tomorrow, begging forgiveness for not posting tonight. I was all ready to explain that we got so caught up in the excitement of winning that we couldn't tear ourselves away from the casino floor. Instead we came back to the room to get more money. (I never take all my money with me at one time. I know me pretty well.) Once we got here, we said "What the hell, let's just go to bed." Maybe tomorrow will be a better day. It can't get a heck of a lot worse. Wait.....forget I said that.

This is a casino we haven't been to before, in Tunica, Mississippi. It's sort of in the middle of nowhere, just like the other one we go to. At least as far as I could tell from the back of the shuttle bus from the airport. Correction - the UN-AIR-CONDITIONED shuttle bus. I'm used to getting on the elevator and going down to the casino. Or at most walking across the street via an over-the-street pedestrian walkway (I'm sure it has a formal name, but I don't know what it is), a three-minute walk at most. Here you have to get on a shuttle bus to go from the hotel to the casino. Sure the shuttles run every 7 minutes and they run 24/7, but it's still not like walking downstairs. Oh well, it's a new experience.

I was up waaaaaaaaaaay too late last night, TRYING to watch the Braves game all the way to the end. (Is it Braves game? Or Braves' game? I mean, is it the game of the plural Braves? Or is it the game that the Braves collectively possess? It's these questions of grammar and semantics that keep me up at night.) After a certain point I had invested so much time that I was determined to see the game to the end. It was tied at the end of the 9th inning. And the 10th. And the 11th. I made it to the 16th inning, and then I couldn't stay awake any longer. The game went to 19 innings and ended at 2:00 AM. It also ended with a Braves (Braves'?) win on a VERY controversial call. It appears the umpire said to himself at the beginning of the play, "Screw it, I don't care where and when he crosses the plate, I'm calling him safe. I don't get paid overtime for this crap." Oh well...... he owed us for some pitches he called strikes on our guys when they were somewhere near the ankles. And throw Nate McLouth out of the game? Are you KIDDING me?

If I don't post tomorrow night, take that as a GOOD sign. If I do post, I'll write about my favorite casino games.

Cutting my losses (what does that even MEAN?),

Bragger