East Coassssstin!

20 years since I last set foot in this city; wow how this place has changed.

We went over to New Orleans on Saturday night, spent the night at The W, and flew out the next morning. Sucked that I only slept 3 hours before we left. Once again...we got that same valet 'experience' that makes New Orleans famous. They all have that nice little $30 or more deal to park your car overnight. Such a scam. For the life of me, I dont understand how you can be expected to stay at someone's hotel, spend around $150 and NOT be aggravated to have to spend a bunch of money to park your car there. So stupid. But what I love, is when you tell them you arent parking there and they give you total attitude. 'How DARE you park your car somewhere for FREE sir!'

Every time I sleep in an unfamiliar bed I get a kink in my neck, and it happened again. Woke up with that same deal. Great.

Get to airport and deal with my next little irritant. Baggage charges. Whats funny is that I called Delta on the way to the airport just to find out if they are still charging for baggage, despite the fact that gas prices are now lower than they were before the airlines all decided to start charging for baggage. The lady tells me, "Yes sir, it is $15 for the 1st bag, $25 for the second and $125 if you have a third!" Wow! You gotta be kidding me!?? So I ask them for a reason. And its like talking to a robotic manual reading zombie. How do these people go to work everyday, go through the motions, and not kill themselves?

So when we get to the airport, I'm told the charge is $20 and $30! Oh! If you PREPAY online its $40, but $50 if you pay at the airport. Um, excuse me.....WHY? Did your bag somehow become more of a burden from the time you left your house until you arrived at the airport? This might be the biggest scam going right now. I know one thing....their profitability factor right now is totally dependant on their ridiculous baggage fees. When I pay $175 for my actual airfare...but $50 for my baggage, thats a joke! I was thinking about it...I like to travel with a lot of clothes. If I were going somehwere for 3 weeks, there would be no way I could only take 2 bags. I would buy my 3rd suitcase an actual seat at a low fare, then let my bag bring a bag, for $15. I would then bring another two, giving me a total of FOUR bags, one of which would be sitting on the plane in its OWN seat! That would be pretty funny.

The flight to Detroit was half full, which was nice. What wasnt nice was that I get the two guys who decide they will be the only two on the plane who elect NOT to take their own row to themselves, and they sit right behind me! And they sit there and YAP the entire flight. From before we took off until we reached the gate in Detroit. And I had checked my BOSE into my luggage. SHIT! I was ready to kill these guys.

We fly from Detroit to Philly without any issues. Flying into Philly we went right over the sports complex...with all the new parks. Really cool stadiums, and there was a Phillie's game going on. I love that all of America's cities have been knocking down their old, archaic stadiums and building new baseball fields and football stadiums back-to-back on that same site. We seen it in Philly, Cincinnati, Seattle, and bunch of other cities. Its great for the fans, and it just really adds to a citys' identity I think.

Well, our limo ride to Atlantic City that I was expecting turned into "The Angle" instead opting for a rental car. Huh? I started drinking Jack and Cokes in anticipation of a nice relaxing limo ride to AC as promised by Keith. So he lost himself a possible driver. He rented something called an HHR...which looks a bit like a PT Cruiser on steroids. Its a pretty gay looking vehicle.

We arrive in A.C. We go to our hotel, which I am not revealing the name of. But we are on the 28th flor. And on the 28th floor, with a beautiful view of the city...I am unable to get a damn signal on my T-Mobile Blackberry. Yet, when we go downstairs, inside of the casino...I have no problem. Does that make ANY sense? I didn't think so.

We spend the evening watching some great football games and the last NASCAR race before the chase. Kyle Busch barely missed out on the chase...despite having won 4 races during the season...which I thought was great. Mainly cuz I think he is such a punk! Meanwhile, Michigan and Notre Dame played an awesome game, followed by a great game on both channels, with Georgia and S.Carolina battling it out and then USC breaking Ohio State's hearts with a last second win at the packed stadium in Ohio. Earlier in the day, Michigan State got upset by Central Michigan...and of the 80 people who started in my NCAA Survivor Pool, 25 were eliminated by picking MSU. Wow, first week and we lose 1/3rd of the field!

My Huskies finally won a game! Granted it was Idaho...but when you have gone two years without a win, it feels good to see a 'W' next to your teams name! Florida State almost lost to Jacksonville St (who may or may NOT have had that old LSU idiot Ryan Perriloux in their lineup) and Oklahoma State DID lose to Houston! Crazy day. On Sunday things have gone pretty standard I would say. Love seeing my Seahawks pitch a 28-0 shutout of the Rams while Arizona was losing their first game at home to SF. SF comes to Seattle next week to play my birds. For 1st place.

I am watching a commercial right now for Southwest Airlines. Perfect! Its whole theme is about NOT charging people up the ass for baggage! I love it. I wish I didn't have my frequent flyer miles with Delta. I am so sick of them.

Its halftime of the Bears-Packers Sunday night game, and what I am watching is perhaps the most awkward 3 minutes of TV that I have ever watched. First of all, I have never found Jay Leno to be funny. Secondly, I have always found Bob Costas to be about as (a) boring and (b) annoying with his attempts to always use the most witty collection of big words he can think of to say the most mundane things. So Bob is talking to Jay...about, of course, Jay's stupid new show that starts this week. Every thing Bob feeds him is followed by this awkward moment of silence when Jay responds with what is supposed to be a joke. See, there is no studio audience there responding to a flashing light that says "APPLAUSE APPLAUSE"...instead just Bob asking his pre-arranged stupid question, which then cues Jay to deliver his stupid one-liner...followed by Bob just sitting there...with that dopey, deer-in-the-headlights look....waiting, waiting...as the joke dies on the floor. Good stuff NBC, thanks for that scintillating halftime show.

Third Quarter, Chicago 12-Green Bay 10. MY fantasy kicker Robbie Gould just banged one through to pick me up some points. I have a total of 5 fantasy teams this years. I am crushing my opponent in EVERY single matchup today. In one of them, me and the other guy have a $50 side bet on our matchup. I am beating him by 40 pts. But he does have Tom Brady going tomorrow night.

Laying in the bed next to me...wait how did that sound? Not IN MY BED...laying NEXT to MY BED...in another bed...is 'The Angle' who is about to get the phone thrown at him. Snoring. Again. Already went through this with him before. And I am even wearing my BOSE. MY noise-cancelling (not really) BOSE. Dear God: Please let me Final Table this Main Event up here...so I can win about half a million dollars and just start staying alone everywhere I travel to for poker! Its hard to NOT stay with 'The Angle' though. He always pulls us a great room, gets it comped, and always manages to finagle himself/us a bunch of other freebies; all in exchange for a 2% sweat on my tournament action.

All I want is an RV...for driving to Vegas for the summers...and to concerts and races and ball games with my wife and friends...and a shared lease on a private jet...so I can completely STOP flying on the airlines. Oh...and that new Aston Martin. Thats ALL I want, materially. I don't thinks its asking for much.

At 11pm we finally headed over to Borgata to play some poker. I walk into the Borgata and immediately am impressed. Great looking place. The first thing that hits me is the women everywhere. I mean, it IS Saturday night, so thats normal. But what I noticed was pretty funny. Having spent the whole summer in Vegas, what I saw out there mostly was the 'West Coast' girls. Out here you get the 'East Coast' girls. And yes, there is a pretty big difference. The way they dress, the way they do their makeup, and their hair. Their shoes. The way they walk. The way they talk obviously. Its kind of a trip. I walk into the poker room and am amazed.

The room is huge. Verrry spacious. Lots of tables. I see the days' $1k event, that is down to about 70 players and is featuring a ton of guys I know. Mike Leah, Lou Esposito, Jeremy (who everyone calls 'Ears') Jason Young, and Dave Fox. And a few others I can't remember. But what I am saying...is that a lot of good players were deep, and that is again...a good sign that the structure is ideal. My boy Joe Cutler arrived...right about the time Dave Fox and Jason Young busted just shy of the money. I decided to get my hands dirty and got into a $280 SNG. Yeah. $280. They are taking a LOT of juice on these SNG's. Its a $250+30. THIRTY! Yeah! They are taking $300 on these deals.

Now, this is where the blog gets a little negative. I am trying really hard to NOT say negative things about the casinos that I play in, for obvious reasons (like getting 86'd when those casinos don't like what you are saying about them) of course. However, part of my duty in writing this blog is to give all of you either a heads up of what to prepare for if you are going to be playing here and other venues I travel to, or just to give you an accounting of what I experience when I am here.

[The Chicago Bears might have just pulled the stupidest thing I have ever seen in an NFL game. Leading by two points, and facing 4th down, punting from their OWN 30 yard line...they decide to try this goofy fake punt play...which fails to work, and turn the ball over to GB in the red zone! WTF are you thinking Lovey!????]

Okay. Like I said...Borgata is really nice. The poker room is really nice. The tournament structures are really good. So are the SNGs. In this $280 SNG, we started with 4000 chips. Okay. Now for the bad. First of all, upon arriving I ask if we need a player's card for SNG's? Find out we do. Here is their system for getting a players card. And it is retarded. Most casinos have a seperate desk set up for getting a players' card when you go to a poker event. Venetian, Ceasers Palace, Harrah's, Rio, Beau Rivage, IP, all of them. Its very efficient. Not Borgata. They are getting around 1000 players for each tourney, right? But when a player needs a players card, they send you downstairs, to a table game, to ask a pit supervisor to do it. You literally have to walk downstairs, sit at a blackjack table (or something similar) and hand your liscense to a floor person to get a players card. Then sit there and wait...and wait, and wait. As the dealer looks at you with that face that says "are you just gonna sit there and not bet, sir!???" Um...yes, ma'am, thats exactly what I am going to do. It is not going to cost me $100 to get a freaking players card!

Then I experience the next bit of complete and utter shock. I have already been warned about this one though so I was ready for it. In Atlantic City they do not bring in circuit dealers. They aren't allowed in New Jersey. Dealers here have to be residents. And getting a dealing badge is very difficult. So what do you get? Oh...you regular players already know the answer to this question. You get incredibly slow and incompetent dealers. Which is a nightmare when the blind levels are only 15 minutes. And they have antes on their SNGS....so we go 25/50, 50/100, 100/200 w-25, 200/400 w-50, 300/600 w-75, 400/800 w-100. I mean...within 45 minutes it was a shove fest, and we are seeing MAYBE 5 or 6 hands a level. A misdeal or mistake about every 7th hand. It was brutal. But I am trying really hard to be nice to the dealers. The other players were biting their heads off. I always feel really bad for these dealers, becuase its just NOT their faults. And bitching at them just makes them press even harder..which causes them to just make more mistakes. In fact, just the contrary, I try really hard to help them. To encourage them, to calm them down. But at some point you just finally come unglued. Watching pots getting pushed to the wrong player. Pots that involve multiple pots that they can't figure out. It's just a disaster.

Well, add to this the fact that Keith was playing in the same SNG I was. He is that guy who wants to always let the dealer know every little thing they are doing wrong. Well then things get worse. Someone in the days $1k event has decided they dont like the noise one of the other SNG tables is making so some security guard is sent over to the table to tell them they all have to 'hold it down.' Yeah! They were all having a lot of fun, like so many of my late night SNG's have gone in the past. And that is just one of those things that always pisses me off. Fortunately it wasn't our table. But nevertheless, I share their irritation. I just don't say anything about it. I've vowed that I am not going to call ANY attention to myself on this trip, that I am not going to 'start anything' with anyone.

My view on this is this: We all pay our buyins to play whatever it is we are playing. I think regardless of the stakes of the games you buy into, you should be allowed to have fun while doing so. To have someone tell you that you aren't allowed to whoop it up and have a little fun is RIDICULOUS!

Well, then something REALLY stupid happens. At a table next to us, a couple of their friends come by to watch them play. Now, there are about 15 tables in this area, and only 3 of them are currently playing SNG's. The rest are empty. These people are sitting at one of those tables. A security guard comes by and tells them they have to move. That they can't 'be in the tournament area.' OMG. For real? Now I know what has happened here. Someone told these security guards to keep the tournament area cleared of spectators. What they forgot to tell them was that this didn't apply to damn SNG's. But you know how rent-a-cops are. There is no reasoning with them. So the players' friends leave the area.

Cue the blowup. Keith is in my SNG I told you. Early on I would felt a guy with AA. Then I would feld another with KJh when I flopped open ended with a flush draw and he decided that a Q kicker with his J was a good enough hand to go broke with. So I had a lot of chips from the outset. Well, Keith was getting into it with this guy in the 1 seat pretty much from the outset. Now I had already been told how bad the players are up here, so I wasn't going to let anything shock me or get me upset. Keith on the other hand...he had a hand where he kept betting into this guy...and the guy kept calling. Calls a huge bet on the river with Ace high. Keith looks like he is going to throw up in his mouth. So we are 6 handed still, and at 200/400 he raises this guys' BB with what he says was KK. I guess I believe him. Maybe. Actually, he might have shown me this hand. Can't remember...whatever. Its about the 3rd time he has raised this guys BB and I am pretty much thinking he is just spite raising this guy. So when I look at AQ I figure I might just have the best hand. But I don't want to get into an ALL IN spot with Keith if I can help it, so I just flat the 1200 and leave about 8000 behind. The BB folds. Now Keith had already made two seperate comebacks from being shortstacked....so he had around 5k before the hand. The flop comes out Q-Q-7. He leads out 1500. I have no idea what Keith has...but I know I am good, duh...so to give him a chance to fold if he IS sitting there with AA/KK I move in. He freaks out a little bit. I don't really want to show my hand if I can help it. Obviously the correct play there is to smooth call and let him put the rest in on the turn. But hell, you never know. If he does have KK...he could just as easily hit a K on the turn. Its a bad spot for me. I don't WANT to bust him if I can help it...but I am also there to win $1500...so if he has to call he has to call. He finally folds.

He ends up getting knocked out 5th. Don't remember how. Maybe it was 6th. At any rate, this thing paid 3 spots. We had a $50 last longer...which up here has to be very hush hush. So I held the $300. We got down to 3. Me and Ian, whose last name I can't remember agree to split the last longer. Then the blowup occurs. Keith is sitting there, pretty much in the 6 seat, watching. Security comes over and tells him he has to leave. He freaks. It becomes a situation where he goes and finds the tourney director. He pleads his case and I guess he prevailed. But not before it got ugly. I was actually very nice in the whole affair. I was nice to the security guard, telling the lady tourney director that it wasnt his fault, he was just doing what he was told. I think the security guard really appreciated that move by me. Well, I know he did because he was real cool to me when I was leaving after that. And the lady was very pleasant too. I talked to her about the situation with the dealers. Telling her how I try to be supportive of them, as I know they are mostly inexperienced. But I also told her I think it would be very good idea to have 20 minute levels in SNG's if they are going to employ slow, inexperienced dealers. She pretty much agreed with me. Any way, she was very nice.

I would end up getting beaten by the 'bad player' who always seems to make it deep in a SNG. I raised when I should have just moved all in...with AJ. This clown calls me with 67. Later tells me, 'you only min raised me' when in fact I had made it 3700 with the blinds 600/1200. Whatever. The flop came A-6-7. I went all in on the flop. Lovely. caught a diamond on the turn...which gave me a flush draw...but bricked the river. I left with class. Getting paid out was a FUCKING joke. You have to first find the person who handles the payout. A guy takes out this huge form...takes about 10 minutes to fill it out. You have to show your ID and a players card. Then...you take that form, and walk 5 feet to a payout desk. You give this lady your form, and she then asks for...yeah, ID and your players card! Just like at the airport when they ask for your ID and boarding pass right after you walk through the scanner, even though you JUST showed it to the TSA person 5 feet earlier. UGH!

[Touchdown Packers! ON 3rd and 1 with 1:11 left...from the 40....long pass for 6! 19 to 15. Going for two here. And its good! 21 to 15! And Keith's snoring has reached an all time high crescendo. I don't think I can take 12 days of this shit! I am about to kill either him or myself!]

So yeah...getting paid out $400 for my 3rd place finish took about 25-30 minutes. Really ridiculous. And this was at 3am. What is it like in the afternoon when the room is busy!?? Getting INTO the game was almost as bad. A guy at a desk, taking peoples names and putting them on a screen similar to those used for cash game...which at first I thought was pretty cool. Well, once the game fills up...he tries to round these people up...and hand them all a seat ticket...which was a total cluster fuck. Well, then all of those 10 people have to go to that same desk, that does the payouts...to pay for their seat. This whole process took about 30 minutes also. It is really terrible. To have such a great casino, have such a great poker room..and then to be set up so poorly logistically is really a disappointment. When I see things this ass backwards it just makes me wonder if their people in upper management even KNOW just how effed up it is? It is 'EPICLY' effed up.

Well, I go to meet Joe Cutler and Jason Young at the 'B Bar' in the middle of the casino. We end up drinking cocktails for a a few hours with them. Then I do something I thought was pretty funny. There was this girl who looked like a giraffe. Very, very long legs. She was okay looking. But I have decided I can't watch her dance anymore. Her dancing is terrible. She is seated next to me, and I bump her and tell her...."if I tell you something will you promise not to get mad at me? I am married, happily...and am not hitting on you. Just so you know. But I just have to tell you someting!" Drunk Monkey....ugh....... I had to let her know that if she would go take some dance classes somewhere, she would really be sexy. But the fact that she dances like Elaine Bennis is a real disservice to her as a woman. She doesn't take it well. But she doesn't get mad either, since she promised not to! I guess I thought it was pretty funny.

Thats about the time I decided to go check out their cash game room at the Borgata, where Keith has gone a couple hours earlier. I walk in and WOW! This place has a cash room bigger than the Venetians! Huge! And they were spreading EVERYTHING. I find a $1/$2 Pot Limit Omaha Hi/Lo game! Yes!!!! That IS my favorite game. At the perfect limit. I buy in for $500 and proceed to have what will become my favorite 8 hour cash session of all time.

In for 500 I take a terrible beat bout 1 hour in and get felted. Shit. But this table is SO BAD that I can't bring myself to leave. But I just lost all my profit from the earlier SNG. I rebuy for 500. Then I go on what will be known as 'The Tear!' Partially due to getting good hands, but mainly due to just outplaying the table over and over and over. These were quite possibly the biggest collection of horrible players I have ever seen, and I loved each and every one of them. I was actually having a very nice time with all but about three of them. I slapped nicknames on almost all of them. There was Ari Gold in seat 1. Junior Abe Lincoln in Seat 2. Lady Chatterly in Seat 3. Seat 4 changed a bunch of times. Seat 5 was a guy I was calling Steve Gates...because he was a cross between Steve Jobs and Bill Gates. Then the guys on my end of the table...I don't know ...they were just my drinking pals. And we did some drinking! Well, I was about half way into my 'tear' and was sitting on about 2200 when 'The Angle' decides to come sit at my table. Big mistake Mr. Angle. Becuase I was in this zone where I didn't care who got in my way. I wasn't soft playing ANYONE...not even my Mom! If I thought I was good I was blitzing it. If I thought I was in a situation where I may be splitting the pot, but could get someone off their so-so low by pounding the river with a huge bet, then I did. And often times they would fold.

I was terrorizing this table. And in turn, Keith. I could sense he was about to kill me. I got up to a high of 4200. I think. It might have been more actually. All I know is that we had all these people starting to congregate around our table around 10am...a bunch of them begging for a seat on our table. Around noon it looked like a Final Table. My stack was the center of attention. Well, that is when shit start happening that I have become all too familiar with. The bad beats started happening. And I started missing my 17-out draws. People started sucking out. I start losing chips. But luckily...at these stakes the losses were manageable. Until $200 became $400, and $400 became $800. Then 1pm rolled around...and the NFL games were starting. And my eyes were hard to keep open. And 'Angle,' who had long ago left my table after losing I dont know HOW much, comes over and starts dropping racks on my table...about 8 of them...and insisting that we leave. I didn't really WANT to leave...but I knew it was the right thing to do. So finally I racked up my chips. $3075 of them. And slithered out to the car. With my profit for the day at around $2400. Not a bad way to start the trip.

What I am now faced with, however...is the fact it is 12 midnight...'Snoring Boy' just woke up...and I am pretty awake now too. Damnit. I brought about 4 Ambien's with me from Squirrel...I have never really tried those. I see how Kai Landry is when he is on them, and it sort of frightens me to try one. But I think in order to get back on a normal routine, I may need to take one....and knock myself out..and sleep til 10am or so.

Not sure...but I think this may have just become a really long blog entry. Sorry.

Oh...I had all these little 'thoughts' that annoy me...that were piling up the last three days. Most of them occur to me when I am travelling it seems. One of them that really stands out is this one. Not sure if I have shared this one in the past or not.

When you are on a flight...and your plane lands...and people start clapping/cheering? What is THAT? Why are they cheering? First of all...is the pilot supposed to come out and take a bow? Were they not SUPPOSED to land the plane? Had we been involved in a crash landing...would these same people started boooing? So stupid.

And how about the idiots who...when the plane is pulling up to the gate...and that bell goes off that says, "we just arrived at the gate" and almost EVERYONE stands up in their seat and goes for their bags in the overhead? And then....inevitably, they end up just standing there...in one place...for what I have determined (based upon the size of the plane usually) is usually between 4 and 7 minutes...before they ever move an inch!?? What are they doing? They are all in this huge hurry to get their shit so they can go to baggage claim and then stand there for 10-15 minutes (unless they are in Biloxi/Gulfport, in which case its like 40!) waiting some more for their luggage? Sometimes I think the whole world is stupid. Although, I know this NOT to be true because slowly but surely I am bringing people around. More and more I am finding other passengers, who like myself...sit there on the plane...and get off last, after all of these other assclowns have left the plane. And we share in pleasant, relaxing conversation...and depart the plane in a peaceful fashion...walking through the aisles bumping into no one. Its really not that tough of a concept to embrace folks. Now maybe when you read this...I will bring you over to my way of thinking on this.

And while we are at it...at rehabbing society...lets cover another one, shall we?

[wow, holy shit...Angle just woke up, put on clothes, and is going to get us some food! Hey hey...he does have some redeeming value after all!!!]

[just noticed my boy Felix Hernandez pitched 7 shutout innings vs. Texas, and got the win, to move to 15-5 for the Mariners...as they moved to 4 games over .500 for the year. I would LOVE to see him win the Cy Young...but its going to be tough. But he's got to have a decent shot. I think if he can win his last three starts he might take it down.]

This comes, possibly, from my 'training' gained from living in NYC for 5 years back in the 90's and riding the subway every day. When you would ride the subway, it was common courtesy/common sense (take your pick) that when you were the one getting ON the subway, you would stand on the platform, out of the way of the departing passengers...and once they all were off the subway car, you would then enter. And conversely, if you were the passenger ON the train, you would quickly get off the train...with a clear path hopefully with which to depart the train. People in NYC had a pretty firm grasp on this concept. It was rare when you would have a chucklehead trying to push his/her way onto the train as you were trying to get off. Usually, it would be some idiot tourist if it DID happen, in which case fellow New Yorkers would collectively read them the riot act.

Well, this policy carries over to the shuttle trains at airports, as well as ELEVATORS! I don't get people. Look you stupid assholes, when you are waiting on an elevator, so that you can go up to your room...a lot of you standing there with luggage.....get T-H-E F-U-C-K out of the way and let the people who are ON THE ELEVATOR get OUT OF THE ELEVATOR before you decide to bum rush the damn thing! I don't know if people are just stupid, or just that inconsiderate! I really don't. And if you are in an elevator, and there are woman in there, guys...be a gentleman and LET THE LADIES OFF FIRST! Its not that hard of a concept. Its called being a gentleman.

Oh...and you assholes who come to visit Las Vegas, or Atlantic City, or Biloxi for the first time...and your just awestruck with the surroundings....can you do all of us regulars a favor when you are walking around the floor of the casino? Please? Can you please watch where the fuck you are walking? Keep your eyes looking ahead...pause when you come to blind corners...yeild to cocktail waitresses...its pretty simple you retards. You would think some of these fuckbirds were either blind or wearing a hood over their head when they are walking around in casinos. Or how about the late night gaggle of 20-something boys who are hammered beyond even their own ability to function...who come ambling along, zig-zagging their way up the aisle...paying NO attention to anyone standing in front of them. And that one kid always collides with you? You know that guy? I usually brace myself for this chump. I drop a shoulder, bend my knees slightly, and when they collide with me, i typically send them bouncing off me, sometimes knocking them over. Then I turn around and give them that...."geez guy, could ya watch where you're going please" glare...and actually cause them to say to me..."Sorry sir...." Hahahaha.

Food just arrived. And we are renting 'Transformers 2' which I never saw. Gonna try half an Ambien...see what happens. No tourney to play tomorrow. On Tuesday I might play the $400 Limit tourney at 1pm. The 11am is a $550 6-handed that I don't want to mess with. Lots of satellites every day too...so I will be trying to get into the Main Event on 'the cheap' if I can.

Oh and yeah...never did get the $5k from the Beau for my Main Event entry...but was assurred it was 'in the process' of getting taken care of. Wonderful. Does me a lot of good right now huh?

Talk later.

MONKEY