I had a great day at the tables again winning just over $20k and bringing me back into the black for the month of February. I guess that's karma rewarding me for coming clean to this blog yesterday!

To celebrate, my roommates and I went around the corner to Harry Caray's and started ordering drinks. I took it easy on the booze since I'm still coming off being sick, but this didn't stop me from having a good time. My roommate Ryan used to play poker for a living, but now works full time and plays 1/2NL & PLO for supplemental income, so he's usually up for some prop betting degeneracy. After starting out tame by betting even/odd on the Jazz/Celtics score at the end of the 3rd quarter (I obv lost $100), it was time to bring out the big guns.

Ryan has always insisted on his ability to put back drinks, and just for reference he had already downed 3 car bombs and 2 beers by the time this next bet was made. I bet him he couldn't down 5 more car bombs in 40 seconds without vomiting for at least an hour afterwards. And I was positive this was damn near impossible at this point in the night. I mean, even though they are absolutely delicious, each one curds up pretty thick in your stomach.

Ryan refused to take the bet for a solid 15-20min, insisting the whole time that he could do it but he just didn't want to. The rest of us obviously called bullshit, and I really wanted action from him on this bet so I started laying odds. 5-4? Nah. 9-7? No thanks. 2-1? "Sorry guys, I've got work in the morning." Bullshit Snapple! (That one's for you, Tosh fans)

I finally caved in and offered him a sick 5-2 price on $1k (which was a bit overly generous in retrospect), but even then he took at least 30min to muster up the balls before accepting. I recruited a neutral third-party onlooker from a nearby table to judge Ryan on both spillage and completion of each drink by her own standards.

The waitress brought over 5 half-pints of Guinness and 5 shot glasses with Bailey's + Jameson, and it was go-time. I couldn't believe my eyes when he finished his third car bomb with only about 14sec having passed. Nobody in the small crowd that gathered to watch could believe it either. This might just be the sickest hustle ever.

Then humanity set in: Ryan's eyes started drooping, he leaned over the table a little, and looked like he was about to hurl. Two seconds passed. Unfortunately, he quickly regained his composure and -- being ever mindful of the clock -- timed his final two car bombs to finish with just under three seconds to spare. I was in awe. Yeah I just dropped $1100 in prop bets, but wow...I just witnessed an unbelievable feat. Ryan kept it all down like a champ too.

Since I wasn't drunk at all, I came back and decided to make back my losses at PLO. I found a super soft 5/10 game and crushed the table for ~$2700 in just under 50 hands, then quit for the night. Not a bad day!


Here's month-to-date, now with more profit!


G'night blog...