Cleats!

High school in the early sixties

Here's a brand new pair.
Just grab a hammer and some short nails,
tack'em on and you are in business!

A small Ohio town
More to the point; Huron
Even more to the point; Huron High School

Pointed toe shoes
Italian style were popular

Along with pegged pants
And white t-shirts with rolled sleeves
Better to have a cigarette pack rolled in the sleeve

Metal heel cleats were popular too...
The clink, clink, clink on a hard surface
Was pretty cool to hear

We discovered you could take off
Down the buffed linoleum tile hallway
Roll back on your heels
And slide ten or twenty feet down the middle

A great pastime for a bored high schooler.

Alone. But not.

One day post-Christmas
Sitting at kitchen counter
Coffee, homemade caramel roll and morning paper
Alone. Quiet. But not.

In other bedrooms wife, son and daughter sleeping
First time we have all been together
Just the four of us...for a while

We are all safe and I am grateful for the fleeting moment
It could very well be one of the last times
As our separate lives, the natural flow of things, proceed

Early tomorrow morning planes fly
Our family returns to media connections
Wife and I will look at each other
Recall our youth and their youth

All of us...growing together
Then once again
Alone. Quiet. But not.

Dubya, B.O. and Little Dickie

Dubya, "What's the word I'm looking for?"
Little Dickie, "Evildoers."
Dubya, "That's it!  Let's corral them and put them somewhere right?!"
Little Dickie,  "Yup.  You're on the right track.  Let's corral them in Cuba and torture them until they tell us what we want to know."
Dubya,  "Done."

(Years later)

Little Dickie,  "Well Dubya, it didn't work.  They didn't tell us a damn thing. Now the problem is we can't just release them because they will go squealing home to Momma, complaining about the torture and probably come up with some more evildoing. Not too mention a bunch of self-righteous Americans are going to find out and claim torture is 'not who we are'."
Dubya,  "Sounds about right.  So what can we do?'
Little Dickie,  "Keep them in the corral and let them become the next President's problem."
Dubya, "Well okay boss...but I have this note here from someone in my Cabinet, forgot his name, that says we are spending over $400 million a year to keep that place open.  Does that matter?"
Little Dickie,  "Not all.  Hell, I make that much from my Halliburton defense contracts.  Besides you and I are not paying for it.  With the tax loopholes we have it costs us nothing.  The average schmuck in the street is picking up this tab."
Dubya, "But Dickie, somethings wrong with this."
Little Dickie, "Now Dubya, don't sass me.  Remember how fancy I can get with a shotgun.  Besides, your father told you to mind me so step up."

(Pre-2008 election)

B.O., "I will close Guantanamo."

(2014)

B.O., "I am still closing Guantanamo."

Little Dickie, "I would do it again."

B.O., Little Dickie and Dubya, "Let's just not call it 'torture' okay?!"

PROSECUTE

Chasing the "Cheese*

Once you have played live Texas Hold'em poker tournaments a while you come to the realization that, as in life, anything can happen. Consider three of the tournaments I have failed miserably in over the past couple or weeks:

One of those fine days when I won all the "cheese."
Here , the tournament director is forking it over,
thank you Mark Pritchett

The first occurred when I caught Jack, nine off suit pockets (first two down cards in my hand) five, yes five times in the first hour. The first two times I called small blinds just to ride along and see if I might catch anything on the flop (first three common cards dealer turns face up on the board). The flop gave me open ended straight draws both times (not a bad thing) so I hung on as long as the bets weren't too big. Sure enough the bets on the table got too big for me to test the odds (about 16% each to hit on the last two cards, "turn and river") so I folded. The third time I caught them I hung around and hit two pair on the flop. I eventually had to fold as the board showed too may hands that could beat me then two large wagers convinced me someone had hit (sure enough straights appeared on the showdown). I caught the same pocket two more times and dumped them in disgust pre-flop (something I should have done the first three times).

The lesson here; quit chasing mediocre hands even when the blinds are really small.

A tournament or two later I caught pocket Aces three times in the first hour. This is a hand that wins approximately 72% of the time but not that day. The first time I was beat by a bigger hand (two pair or something bigger I forget).  The second time I won a small amount as no other players had good enough draws to stay in the hand with me. The third time I chopped with another player who also had pocket Aces. The likelihood of drawing pocket Aces is less than 1 in 200 but that day I caught them three times right?!  To win just one of the hands was also defying the odds...in a bad way. That left me shaking my head well through the first tournament break and into the third hour when, you guessed it, pocket Aces knocked me and my lesser hand out of the tournament.

The lesson here; Lady Luck doesn't always smile on you, you pitiful poker player Campbell.

A tournament or two later I caught some more mighty fine appearing hands, again in the first hour of the tournament. Three times I caught strong Ace pockets. Ace, Jack of hearts, Ace, King of diamonds and Ace, King of hearts. Each time I made it to the flop and each time caught flush draws. A nut flush draw off the flop has a one in five chance of hitting each time on the next two cards. I managed to miss all three and by that time I was once again knocked out of a tournament....go figure.

The lesson here; Lady Luck has a way of rubbing it in doesn't she?!

I don't know. I would guess the chances of any one of these three situations occurring in many years of poker are pretty slim but then again, "anything can happen" right?!

Yes Sir it all happened right here at Sacramento's famous Capital Casino.  If you should visit, you may occasionally spot a famous player such as...well, you know...

*You may have already guessed that "Cheese" is cash in poker vernacular...cold, hard cash.