Amateur night at the Apollo

Highlights of poker night with JFo, Flappo and JD:

• Cute Blond telling us that the Red Sox signed Mo Vaughn?!?!?!
• Only cool guys wear track jackets
• Stone cold bluffing for sport
• The conclusion that we should join the 4-H Club, as a good portion of the night was spent discussing our respective idiosyncrasies regarding fruit and vegetables, the most optimum way to ripen bananas and the joy of fresh corn on the cob.
• JFo being able to say "Boys, I have the nuts."
• During a lull in conversation and at JFo's demand for more "guy talk", I recalled the time " I was goalposting this girl when my roommate walked in" which promptly lead to: 1) quizzical, bemused stares, 2) a pen and paper rendering of what exactly "goalposting" is and 3) the conversation returning to the merits of fresh produce.
• Milking out my stack for the better part of a Saturday night.

Conclusion:
Losing on 5th street when I had pocket Cowboys leaves a sick taste in my mouth, but thank heaven for low stakes and good friends.