My return to the Up For Poker blog ring brought with it two claims that some people have doubted.
1) I nearly lost $500 after betting someone they couldn't blow up a soccer ball with only their mouth.
2) A defunct underground game run out of a fireworks warehouse now wears a sign titled "REWORK."
The full stories of both can be found in Naked Otis.
Well, to the doubters...here is proof.
That's B.J. Nemeth, famous poker writer and now infamously-bad prop bettor. When offered $500 on his $50 to blow up a deflated soccer ball with his mouth, he declined, and then did it anyway. He won some pride, though, which has to count for something. Just not my $500.
That's the building where I spent many a night with a motley group of poker players and rabid drunks. You can decide on your own to which group I belonged.
For what it's worth, I don't use poetic license very much. First, I'm no poet. Second, if I have to have a license to do something, I generally don't enjoy it.