Stupid Blog!

It’s been over six months since I wrote in this stupid blog. In the days after Monte Carlo I couldn’t help but think about – and ultimately blame – my blogging and how it affected my results. Forget about the fact that I generally played tentatively, tight and passive in complete contrast to the very style that brought me there to begin with. Forget about feeling the strain and exhaustion of travelling so far to play in a single event and the resulting pressure that brings. For that matter, forget about the fact that my kings ran into aces!

I blamed it on the blog.

It wasn’t long before I concluded that my miserable results in Copenhagen were also fodder for the blog blame game. After that it was a slippery slope. When some sonuvabitch tore open my driver-side headlight in the Canadian Tire parking lot, I blamed it on the blog. Then when I tore open my head on the basement wall sconce, I knew why. Blog. Lost a contact lens ? Locked the keys in the car? Got a huge soaker? You guessed it. Blog. Blog. Blog.

Pretty soon it went beyond just me. Pretty much anything that went wrong in the world could be chalked up to ole Virg. When violence broke out in the Middle-East, I blamed it on my blog. In fact, in my opionion my blog was responsible for The Writer’s Guild strike, The fall of Wall Street, Russia’s attack on Georgia, and “The Love Guru”. When Santa Clause went postal at a suburban dinner party, that was my blog talkin’. And Sarah Palin? Well, now wait a second. That’s where I draw the line. I ain’t wearin’ that one.

So now, having qualified online for the Pokerstars Carribean Adventure, a huge star-studded major event, a $10,000 buy-in held at the world-famous Atlantis Resort on Paradise Island, why on earth do I find myself blogging again? As if a potential 12 Million dollar prize pool didn’t create enough stress, I need to subject myself to the added stress of having to write this damn blog? Why, I ask you?

I dunno. Why not? We’ll see what happens. The thing is, this time I really can’t lose. I’m writing this from sunny Florida where me and the whole famn damily are spending a week with my bro before flying over to Nassau. That’s right, the whole mishpukah’s along for the ride this time so really it’s a win-win-win situation. If I’m out of the tourney in ten minutes, it’ll just be more time for me to cripple my back on the waterslides with the kids. If I last a little longer than that, that’d be OK too. Y’see? This is all gonna work out fine.

Not to mention the fact that we got all kinds of peeps from our local club who also qualified for the tournament. My buddy Domenic will be there. Domenic is insane and a whole lot of fun both at the poker table and away from it. He’s also got the completely reckless style that can take you a long way in a tournament like this. The Rizman brothers will be there too. Rizzy and Iggy have had an awesome year online taking down all kinds of major tournaments this year and making a huge name for themselves in the virtual land of Pokerstars. Collectively and individually, they are savvy and experienced and both bear watching. Ricky W. and his girlfriend are going to be there as well. I ‘ve played with Ricky a lot and I can tell you he’s a tough competitor and very deceptive. And Ricky’s girlfriend (who’s name I will know at some point during this trip) is apparently the better of the two. And Marc Zajdner (Arnie’s son) will be there. Marc’s a pro and this stuff is “old hat” for him, he’ll do fine. And I do OK I guess. So between us we should have something to talk about. If nothing else I can at least write about OTHER people’s good fortune.

Yeah, this is gonna be fun.