Thursday, January 27, 2005

American of the Week - 1/27/2005



So, I'm a little behind on American of the week, so I apologize for that. Getting back on track though, my American of the week this week is the ultimate heiress, Paris Hilton. Paris seems to have made a very lucrative industry out of being a spoiled brat. This is somewhat of a unique American thing, hence the salute from me.

Paris has a fragrance, a line of clothing and jewelry, a book, a tv show, a porn video, an album on the way, and seemingly no real talent of any kind. That is of course, outside of partying and shopping. She will also inherit large sums of money. Don't get me wrong, she can be an attractive woman too, but these hardly qualify as skills.

So how does this happen, exactly? I think it's a product the materialistic drive of our society. Capitalism is a veritable religion these days. Many of us strive to have more than we can possibly use. It seems as though what we have is never enough. I'll leave the origins of this for another day. I think there are many pros and cons to this attitude though. Anyway, Paris has the sort of freedom that many of us aspire to have. She has more than enough money, plenty of free time, and she generally does and says whatever she wants. We watch her in a curious way. On many levels, we try to figure out if what she represents is a good thing or a bad thing.

Is it good to lazily pass the day after partying all night? Is it okay to be perpetually tan? Is it okay to live far below our intellectual potential due to an overwhelming bank account? Would it be great to devote yourself so much to your dog? is it a good idea to date Backstreet Boys? Do we want to be Paris?

I think for many of us, the answer to that last one really is yes. That's why she is where she is. I think many of us bash her because we don't want to look in the mirror and see the part of ourselves that wants to be just like her. Maybe I'm way off, but I really don't think so.

Answer these questions for me.

1. Would you like to have ludicrous cash?
2. Would you like to be the envy of all your friends?
3. Would you like members of the opposite sex to swoon over you inexplicably?
4. Would you like your own clothing line?
5. Would you like to date a backstreet boy?
6. Do you want to go to work tomorrow?
7. Do you wish you had a better tan?
8. Do you want your own tv show?
9. Are you a little bit lazy?
10. Do you wish that you could say stupid things and get away with it?

Be honest with yourself. A little piece of you wants to be Paris. You know you do. There you go.

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

Live from the lettuce patch...

So, right now I'm out in Salinas, California in an Embassy Suites. As I type this I'm watching Paris Hilton doing Jujitsu on The Simple Life. What a country, that's all I can say. All these guys on the show seem to do is buy stuff for people this time around. This apparently makes for good television, but I can't get a cooking show. It's unbelievable.

So anyway, it's been raining in Salinas again. I was here about 6 weeks ago, and it was raining then too. It even rained when I was in Vegas, and not just a little bit. Is the weather screwed up these days, or what? I'm really a believer in this global warming issue, and even more so lately. I think the weather is just whack about everywhere I go, including Chicago. It's all over the board. I think I've noticed a difference even in my 27 years of life between what it was and what it is now.

Paris and Nicole are beating people up for money now. Still, I have no show. It's unreal.

Anyway, I caught the oscar nominations out here. I can't believe my man Pauly G. from Sideways got dogged. Personally, I'm pulling for Leo. I feel like he gets no respect whatsoever. People think he is just a pretty boy, and don't take him very seriously. He flat out brought it, and I'd like to see him get it. Pauly was the only man that I would have liked to see get it in his place. I haven't seen Ray yet though, and I love Jamie. I guess I can let that ride, if he pulls it off. Anyone else wins it though, and it's total crap.

My buddy Swartz told me that earlier today, someone was on ESPN saying that Duke and BC are both better than Illinois. Duke lost tonight, which I love. The Illini couldn't be getting less respect. For an undefeated team doing everything it takes to win games, with unbelievable talent, I just can't believe this. I don't think that anyone in the sports media will ever take a team in the Big 10 seriously. It's just a west coast or east coast bias, depending on the guy. I can't take much more of it. I'm going to have to start recording people bad mouthing the Illini soon so that I can gently remind them of their comments after history is made. You know the last team to run the table? Yep, it's the Indiana Hoosiers. How sweet would it be for the Illini to do it? It would be tremendous, without question.

Yeah, now Wife Swap is on. This is really the best we can do? Ugh.




Tired of Waiting

You ever have a band that you like a lot? Then, you wait and wait for their next album to drop. This goes on for months and you just move on because it's taking way, way too long. Take the Backstreet Boys, for example....

I'm kidding, of course. But seriously, I scooped up Bishop Allen's Charm School what seems like forever ago. I've even seen them a few times. I've heard new material in concert months ago. Yet, no album has emerged yet. The new material sounds great and I think their second album could be better than the first, which would definitely be saying something. I had forgotten about the band a little bit, but I stumbled across some recent concert footage and I thought I would swipe it and share with all of you, in case you have some interest.

One of these days, these guys should be famous. The operative word there being should.

Keep rockin'.

Bishop Allen @CBGB's #1
Bishop Allen @CBGB's #2
Bishop Allen @CBGB's #3
Bishop Allen @CBGB's #4

Monday, January 24, 2005

Bowling Update

It was a couple of week since we last bowled. It was a rough night for me personally last night. After game 2, I had torn myself two big blisters on my bowling thumb. It's making typing right now difficult. It's no excuse though. I believe in playing through pain. Kudos to Sandy for taking me in Game 3 this week. As you can see, her average is on the climb. The games are listed in order as they happened.

Chris - 142, 144, 110, 114 Average YTD:132.9
Sandy - 115, 110, 114, 96 Average YTD:105.4

Friday, January 21, 2005

Professional Poker?

So I talk and think a lot about poker these days. I'm not so different from a lot of people out there who watch the World Series of Poker, World Poker Tour, and such. I probably take it a little bit more seriously than most though. A question that comes up fairly often or is at least lurking under the surface of many conversations I've had lately is related to just how difficult it is to be a poker professional. I'll tell you my friends, it's pretty damn hard. I've done a lot of "research" at the tables and outside of them, so let me share my opinion on the topic.

The way I see it, there are several skills that you need to possess to have a shot. The first of them is the easy one. You have to know the math of the game. You have to know by looking at your hand how many cards left to come will help you and how likely you are to hit them. For example, if you have a middle pair with an open ended straight draw, there are probably 10 cards in the deck (outs) that help you. These are the other two that make you three of a kind and any card that completes your straight. Victory is by no means assured, but you would be feeling good if you get one of these cards. After the flop in Texas Hold 'em, you need to know that this means you have about a 38% chance of filling up (completing a winning hand) before you start betting. Making this evaluation is a good start after you see a flop in texas hold 'em. I'm skipping the starting requirements(which cards to play before the flop) discussion for brevity and because it doesn't really fit here.

After seeing the flop, you then need to figure out how much you are going to have to put in the pot relative to the likely pot size and determine whether it's worth it to make the call. To do that you need to know how your opponents have been betting and what is likely to happen after you make your decision. Again, you're basically trying to determine mathematically if putting more dough into this pot is a good idea or not. If your odds of cathing a winning hand (in this case 38%) is greater than the ratio of money you still have to put in relative to the pot size at the end, you should remain in the hand. This isn't so easy to figure out, but with practice it gets a little easier.

If you can do those two things, you can be a pretty good poker player. This will probably be enough to make you profitable at lower limit tables. These skills are kind of like knowing how to play every scenario in a blackjack game. For example, you know that when you have a 14 against a dealer showing a 6, you don't take a hit. Maybe you bought one of those strategy cards once, and memorized all of the scenarios. Anyone who has played blackjack though knows that the casino still has slight edge against you, even if you play flawlessly. Your pocketbook knows it too. Now if you could remember and count all of the cards in the deck that came out, then you would be on to something. Then, you could turn the edge in your favor and make some money, like those M.I.T. kids.

Counting cards in black jack is like reading players in poker, but it's easier to count cards. If you can figure out what your opponent is holding, it makes you a much more profitable poker player. Some times you can figure that out by the way he or she bets. This is the most common "tell", the betting pattern. Usually though, a strong player won't reveal anything here. If you want to be one of the best, you need to be able to read "strength" or "weakness" from body language, unconscious actions, words, the way chips are tossed, etc. You need to be able to determine what your opponent has by what they do and say. The greatest players all have this ability. This is much harder to acquire, but if you are going to make your living playing poker and be one of the best, this is something you need in your back pocket. This is going to have to second nature to you. You don't have to always be right, but you need to at least be close the majority of the time. If you can put your opponents on hands consistently, you don't even need the math. You can just play the game "blind". This allows you to win a lot of pots with cards that aren't very good by applying pressure to your opponents when you know their hand isn't overly strong.

If I've got one piece of advice for aspiring poker players, it's this. Don't focus so much on what's in your hand. What you are holding is important but it's secondary to knowing what your opponent is holding. If you are going to be good (and not even professional level good), you should constantly be trying to figure out what your opponent has. Every hand is a lesson, even if you aren't involved. Watching your opponents and how they play their hands is integral to learning, so watch religiously even if you aren't in the hand.

That said, I am not even close to a professional. I doubt that I ever will be good enough for that. I would have to devote a lot of time and money to get that good. There may be a bunch of suckers online right now from what I hear, but I'm not sure that will hold up forever. Online poker isn't exactly pure poker either. You don't win the World Series by playing online, I can tell you that. Maybe you and I could pick up a few bucks playing online. From the sounds of it, everyone is winning money online. Obviously that can't be the case. Poker is a zero-sum game, someone wins and someone loses. There are very few that can win consistently and even fewer that can win enough to support themselves. Even those that can would tell you that sitting at a poker table for eight hours a day isn't exactly a great time when your livelihood depends on it.

All of that said, I love the game. For me and for most of us though, it's probably just a great hobby. There are definitely worse things.


Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Vegas Days 3 and 4

I would separate these two days, but they were one day to me.

On Day 3, we got up and hit the Mandalay Bay lunch buffet. We were all disappointed. It seems to be slipping considerably from where it used to be. Still no cannolis too, so that's an issue. We finished up and grabbed some more 190 octane's (bigger this time) and got to the book just in time to place bets on the Jets/Steelers game. Sam, Mike, and I literally sprinted there. We probably set a record for fastest trip between NYNY and Bally's. We got our bets on the Jets in, which was good. They ended up offsetting our poor Rams decision.

I knew betting on Mike Martz twice in one playoffs was really pushing my luck. The game wasn't even close. I did have the Clippers come through for me the night before though which was nice. We also bet on the Canisius - Loyola (Md.) game the day before with Canisius laying 2 points. It was the only college game. We knew nothing about it. Shot in the dark. Not so shockingly, we lost on that. The conversation during the playoff games was hilarious, as we all had been drinking. Eric, as he is know to do, started getting all philosophical on students using cliff's notes and sparknotes (which Sam started and subsequently sold). Eric is a Ph. D student in education or something. A long argument ensued which we all got involved in. After ripping Sam and his business for a good hour, Eric then asked him for a job. It doesn't get much better than that, in my book.

After watching both playoff games, we were kind of down due to the Rams flopping on us. At lease we got those Jets bets in though. I basically made a bet the same size as my Rams bets on the Clippers again at +11.5 against the Kings. This was a sizeable risk, but my Clippers paid off and I was back in good shape. So what do you think we did after the games? Yep, we went back to the Monte and played poker.

I was at the Monte from 7pm - 6am. Sam and Mike were there longer. I initially ran up to about +150, but after about 8 hours and playing barely awake, I deviated from my strategy and started playing too many hands. I ended up down $100. That was okay though, for 11 hours of entertainment. The Clippers had bailed me out monetarily anyway. We had a great time at the table. This annoying Wharton student sat down with us. Sam is in Stanford B School so there was a little rivalry there. This guy never shut up and he spent all kinds of time making a decision, which is totally unnecessary at $2-$4. The dealers were even insulting him and calling him on it. It made for high humor. About halfway through the night he got dubbed "Cassanova" by a dealer due to talking to a girl on his cellphone at the table (which is not allowed). Sam was playing every pot the guy played for 2 hours and he never lost to Cassanova once that I saw. It was that kind of night. Of course, he spread the money back out to others in the wee hours, but what can you do?

At 6am, I went back to Bally's to find our friends asleep in the room. Sam and Mike were still at the poker table. I decided sleep was unnecessary, so I just took a shower, shaved, packed, and took my bag to the bell desk. I was in the sports book eating breakfast when they opened up the betting. I made a sizeable bet on the Eagles which paid and two smaller bets on the Colts and the Colts-Eagles parlay, which didn't. Thanks again Peyton Manning for screwing me in the playoffs against the Pats for the 2nd year in a row. I will never bet on him in a big game again. Meaningless games, I will bet on him all day long. Playoff games, I'm making money going the other way. He is Dan Marino. Really, looking back on his career, he's never one the big games. Even in college, he came up short. Tony Dungy isn't going to put him over the top, let's just say that.

By the way, the action got sick on that game in the Colts direction. The Pats started out 2.5 point favorites and by game time they were 1 point underdogs. Basically, the casinos made a haul on that game, without a doubt.

My sizeable Eagles bet put me back in good shape. I ended up down $150 for the trip for food, drinks, and gambling. That's not bad considering I was there for about 4 days.

I slept the whole flight back like a baby, due to essentially not sleeping at all the previous night. The "el" ride was horrendous, but Sandy picked me up and everything was all better. It was great to be back and still is.

Straight Cash, Homey.

Vegas Day 2 into Day 3

After the late night, we got up about 2 and finally got moving by about 3. Adam in true form left the room before the rest of us. We came down and found him waiting, while drinking a Heineken. Let's just say beer was the furthest thing from my mind at this point. Before coming down, we also saw the Randy Moss "straight cash, homey" comments on tv where he explained that rich people don't write checks. Huh? Anyway, I must have said "straight cash, homey" 350 times for the rest of the trip. We hit Cheeseburger Oasis to get some things circulating in the stomach. After this we all went and got 190 Octanes (basically an Everclear slushy), our drink of choice in Vegas. Soon after that we went back to the sports book and met up with Yagan. He rolled in a little bit after 5. We then placed a few bets on the Rams (big mistake) and some silly parlays. By the time we got out of the book and on our way, it was time to hit the poker room again.

Sam, Mike, and I rolled over to the Monte and saddled up to the $2-$4 table. It was fun. There was a guy at the table who was completely drunk and playing everything, saying he "didn't need the money". He was like a 25 year old dude in a Cowboy hat. This is my kind of player. Still, I came out down around $75 at the end of the night. We left a little earlier (around 3) this time around to get some sleep so that we could concentrate our energy in the sports book the next day. This turned out to be a good plan.

Vegas Trip 2 Recap - Day 1 into Day 2

So like I said previously, I just went off to Vegas for the 2nd time in two weeks. I flew out on Thursday (1/13) and got back on Sunday (1/16). I didn't get a chance to blog for obvious reasons. I'll do my best to share the best of it.

So the trip started off fine. I met up with my boys Leheney and Rao at O'Hare. We were all on the same flight and we ended up shifting seats around to get next to each other. We were all pumped to go. Leheney changed into shorts and our 1995 All-City Boys Tennis Champions t-shirt, which we all still own. The shorts got a couple of looks. The flight got delayed though, so we ended up eating some McDonald's. Rao decided to augment his drink a little, as you can see.



Now, the trip started to get interesting while we were still in the airport. Every year we vote on two awards for our Vegas trip. The first is the "Nasim Panty Award" which usually goes to someone that doesn't show up for the trip at all. It's named after Amir Nasim who garnered the award (and very deservedly so) for the first two years. The other is the MVP which goes to the individual that essentially gets himself a little too intoxicated and does something unforgettable. For example, if you pass out on the floor of a casino, look everyone right in the eyes with a crazy look, then charge off to some unknown destination for hours, later explaining that you thought everyone ditched you, you might be the MVP.

So anyway, frontrunner this year for the Nasim was the wily Adam Lamore, who was citing his wife "cracking down on Vegas" and "work". Ali Nasim (the elder Nasim brother) was running second due to "work". He had just begun his residency though, so we were cutting him a little more slack. Adam was clearly getting the award. He was a past MVP who was selling us up the river, for christ's sake. Not only that, he's the most likely person amongst the crew to pass out somewhere he shouldn't, always a must have on any Vegas trip. He was silent for 4 months leading up to the trip. Before we left, I put him at an 11/1 shot to pull a Kobe after the rape trial and fly out to put up a dominating performance. Well, it turns out he was screwing with us the whole time and we spotted him at the airport before takeoff.

Here he is with Leheney at the airport:



We were pumped just getting on the plane with Adam. The flight was kind of brutal. They showed that Katie Holmes movie where she is the president's daughter and she goes to college. It's basically the same premise as some silly Mandy Moore movie that I just saw, or close enough to it to completely lose my interest. I crashed a little.

We touched down and cruised over to Bally's (our home for a few nights) and met up with Eric Lamore (Adam's younger bro) and Amir Nasim (he of the panty award). The last of our squad, Sam Yagan, would arrive on Day 2. We were all hungry so we hit the restaurant most likely to destroy an intestine, Del Taco. It was actually decent. It was then time to head to the good ol' Monte. Leheney and I rolled up our sleeves and played about 6 hours of $2-$4 limit hold 'em while drinking at a pretty steady rate. I was rewarded with a $6.75 victory for my 6 hours of play. A win is a win. I also scooped up my sports bets from the previous week. Our compatriots were all highly intoxicated and we took off back to Bally's at about 7 am still drinking.

On the way, Eric decided it was a great idea to run alongside every jogger we saw and it must have been. We all laughed until it hurt, especially when he handed off his beer to a guy marathon style. We got back to Bally's and met up with Leheney's cousin who was in the town coincidentally on the same weekend with her friend and two aussie guys that seemed pretty cool. We also somehow attracted the attention of a whack-o that was in Vegas just to get illicit substances. I'm not sure what this had to do with being in Bally's at 8 am, visibly stoned, but it was what it was. We drank a little too much for another couple of hours, ditched the whack-o, and I finally crashed on the floor about 9 am. All in all, I'd say it was a good start.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Like a junky....

Tomorrow, I leave for Vegas, back again after just a couple of days back in the office. It's either an ideal scenario or a recipe for disaster depending on your point of view. I'm still kind of pumped from my last trip that just ended. So basically, I still have Vegas coursing through my veins and I'm ready to hit the ground running. It's kind of like a heroin addict that got high this morning, just left the dealer and he's on the way home with a little package in his pocket.

I just can't wait to be back to the felt and toss my chips in a pot, drink 190 octanes for breakfast, stumble into the Mandalay Bay champagne brunch, and drunkenly cheer on athletes and coaches that I would in no way cheer for without cash on the line. This time around, I'll likely be cheering on Mike Martz, the Steelers and the Jets in the same game, and possibly Randy Moss. Somehow, I doubt I can talk myself into Moss though. On the plus side this time around is the lack of a hockey season. Inevitably, my crew ends up with the Tampa Bay Lightning in a 3 game parlay with two NBA teams for no reason whatsoever, outside of intoxication. Thankfully for my pocketbook, the NHL is 6 feet under.

So what is it about Vegas that gets me so excited? I mean, I could just play poker in Indiana and I can drink booze anywhere, right? Right. There's just something about Vegas though that makes you feel like you must gamble, you must drink free alcohol, you must have a good time. On top of that, it's the absolute capital of the gambling world. It isn't even close. It's kind of like shopping in New York City or eating cajun food in New Orleans. You could do it where you live, but it's just not the same.

Additionally, this trip in particular brings my boys together all in one place for a few days a year. It's like if you reconvened with all the dudes you used to play basketball with on a driveway when you were in 8th grade. Those days were great when you were 14, and when you get back together you realize quickly that none of you has really changed too much. There's something scary about that, but also something very comfortable. We just substitute the black jack table for the driveway, and we are on our way, trash talk and all. A bunch of our crew lives far outside of the Chicagoland area and even those of us that do live close by hardly see enough of each other. It's what happens when you get older and have your "adult life" going, whatever that means.

Outside of just seeing my cats, I just love Vegas. Vegas is just unique. It's part New York City(high-end shopping and restaurants), part Amsterdam(many women and men in what I will dub the "loose morals" industry), part gambler's paradise, part nightclub, part sunny getaway, and part Wisconsin Dells (t-shirts 5 for $10 and some truly bizarre entertainment options). Where else does this combination come together? That's simple. Absolutely nowhere. That's why people from everywhere flock to the place. There's something for everyone, especially these days. It's also small enough that you can talk about it at length with anyone that has been there and they will probably know exactly what you are talking about. It's one city outside of Chicago where I can ask someone where they are staying and reasonably expect to know exactly where their accomodations are in relation to everything else without any explanation. That's a great thing. I also will check in with people on how the town is doing and what's new when they come back. I don't even do this with Champaign (where I went to college) or the motherland (Bourbonnais). Maybe that's just me, but I don't think so.

These are all reasons that Vegas is one of the fastest growing cities in our country. It just keeps growing because people just keep coming. I don't see this declining anytime soon. Now, there are those that would ask if this is a good thing. Clearly, gambling has it's downsides for those that take it to far and there are other less than angelic things that abound in Vegas also. Still though, it's not my place to pass judgement. I think it's the ultimate tourist stop and a magnificent jewel in America's crown. Maybe that's just me. Either way, I'm ready to give it my best this weekend and hopefully slow it's growth a little, by bringing home some Vegas dollars. I'll do my best to post progress, as always.

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Bowling Update

As I've stated before here, I've been spending some time working on my bowling game. Sandy and I have been bowling about once a week at a great little bowling alley called Classic Bowl in Morton Grove.

I feel like we are both starting to become more consistent. For me, there are times when I'm going good and I just feel it. Last night, we went for our weekly bowl and played in between a group of chain-smoking teenagers. While foul-smelling at the end of it, it was a lot of fun. Neither of us really found our rhythm though. As promised, here are the statistics. I will update the yearly average on a cumulative basis going forward.

Last night we played four games. Scores are listed as they happened from Game 1 - Game 4.

Chris: 145, 139, 154, 115
Sandy: 89, 115, 115, 88

Chris Average YTD: 138.25
Sandy Average YTD: 102

Sunday, January 09, 2005

Vegas Update - 5 days later

The last of my gambling from Vegas has just come to a conclusion. With the Rams victory yesterday, and the Colts decisive victory today, I have a couple of hundred bucks waiting patiently for me at the Monte Carlo. I've never gone to Vegas and been up before I got there. This Thursday though, that's exactly what I'll be doing. Hopefully, that will bode well for the voyage. I'm already dreading making a decision on the Colts/Pats game. I got thrashed on it last year. Maybe this year I will just steer clear.

Look for the Colts to continue making many a sports gambler money next regular season though. They may be a gambler's MVP squad for a couple more years to come. I'm loving Mr. Manning this afternoon.

Friday, January 07, 2005

American of the Week #2 - Steve Wynn




In the spirit of my trip to Las Vegas, I wanted to give a shout out to a man we should all play homage to each time we are in Sin City. His name is Steve Wynn. Mr. Wynn is a UPenn graduate who came to Vegas in the 60s. After some successful entrepeneurial endeavours, including a lucrative real estate transaction with Howard Hughes, he bought a significant piece of the Golden Nugget. He turned this into the class of downtown and built a Golden Nugget in Atlantic City also.

This was just the beginning though. He was thinking much bigger. In 1987, Bally's bought the Nugget for $440 million. He then focused on building his first mega-resort, the Mirage, using his own money and money from wall street via junk bonds. You see, our boy Stevie was the first guy to get the wall street boys to look at Vegas as a place where a serious buck could be made. This led to the ouster of the mobster types running the town previously, and the build up of the tremendous resorts we see now. Wynn himself was personally responsible for the pioneering Mirage, in addition to Treasure Island, the Bellagio, and now his new simply titled Wynn.

The new bad dog appears to be almost finished. I took the above picture this week. Estimates have it coming in at about $2.6 billion. It's going to have 2700 rooms, 18 restaurants, monster casino, a championship 18 hole golf course, and a 150-foot-tall mountain with a five-story waterfall that cascades into a three-acre, man-made lake. There is also reported to be more priceless works of art from Renoir, Van Gogh, etc. They are also going to be bringing in another Cirque du Soleil show, shops from Chanel, Dior, etc. and a full Ferrari and Maserati dealership.

If you are ever watching old movies and you are wondering what happened to The Sands and The Dunes from Vegas of old, it's simple. Steve Wynn blew them up and put bigger things in their place. He has done the same thing to the Dessert Inn for his new casino.

If you love Vegas like I do, say a little toast to Steve Wynn next time you are there. Without the guy, you'd probably have just gone camping or something instead.

Thursday, January 06, 2005

Tip for Steve Jobs

We here at The Organization are big proponents of Apple technology. We long for the day that corporate america starts running a Mac OS platform. It would make things just a lot more fun. It probably will never happen, but we'll do what we can.

The iPod is the biggest hit for Apple ever. Everyone everywhere seems to be loving it and for good reason. The iTunes jukebox and store is also some excellent stuff. I do still use Musicmatch on my windows machine (from work of course), it's just what I'm used to in that environment. On my Mac though, I love the iTunes store. I buy most of my music from there. It's convenient and cheaper, in general. It also supports the company that I love, and the last real corporation standing up to Microsoft that stands any kind of chance. I feel like I'm really voting with my dollars.

All of that said, there's one thing that I would like to see added to the store and it could probably be added to Real's or whatever other ghetto fabulous music stores other people are using. When I buy the music, it just goes on my hard drive and I always forget to burn it to CD or say I'll do it later. It would be great if it had a "download and burn CD" option that would prompt me to toss a CD in my drive at the time of download. This way, I wouldn't forget or just blow it off. I would also create an instant backup of my music in case something horrible were to befall my hard drive. It's just a feature I'd like to see.

Go Apple.

Vegas Day 3 and back to the Chi....

Day 3 got a late start due to the late night of poker the night before. We checked out and left our bags at Treasure Island. We didn't have long to mess around so we did a quick swing by the Fashion Mall for Sandy to get her shop on a little bit and for me to hit Starbucks, which was solid. From there, we went to Paris and hit their buffet. It was quite solid. They actually have cannolis there. Take note Mandalay and Bellagio...Chris Milone loves his cannolis. I get so frustrated without my cannolis at these places. Do they have something against the Italian people or something. It makes no sense that they have them at Paris but not Bellagio. Think about that for a second.

Anyway, fuller than should be allowed under national law, we headed back to the Monte. I was really feeling good after getting back to how I play. I ended up winning a few bucks and then dropping some cash on some upcoming playoff games on the way out. This sort of extends my trip into the weekend. I can watch the games with interest. I'll be cheering for the Colts to win by more than 10. Going against the Broncos with Jake Plummer at the helm, I'm feeling confident. I also did something completely inexplicable and bet on Mike Martz in a playoff game. I'm getting Rams +3.5 against the Seahawks. How could I do this? Simple. Do you really think the Seahawks are going to win a playoff game? I mean, they have the coaching edge and all, but this just never seems to happen. Even the coaching edge is dubious. In retrospect, I should have just bet the money line. Oh well.

Anyway, after leaving the Monte it was off to the airport. We thought we could easily be delayed due to the snow and winter weather advisory back in Chicago. Alas, we boarded on time. I couldn't get comfortable and got some really bad plane sleep on the way back. By the time we got off the flight, I thought my head was going to explode and I was going to die. Off to the orange line!!!

Unfortunately, the orange line doesn't run between 12:55-3:55am. Ugh. I was feeling like death. We got back into the terminal and got into a cab. We shared a ride to "downtown" with two other guys. It only cost us $14 which was nice in that weather, but then we still had to catch the red line. I was struggling to survive in the back of the cab with two dudes, feeling like I was suffocating. It was all a little better when we got out of the cab. We caught the red line in the loop and walked home with the snow blowing in our faces on the wet and deserted streets. It was absolutely beautiful out in the snow. If I hadn't felt like my brain was going to slowly expand and burst my skull, it would have been quite romantic. However, the skull issues were persistent. Climbing into bed was about the most beautiful feeling ever.

Viva Las Vegas!

I can't wait to go back. Seven days from today, I'll be making the return flight.

Vegas Day 2 Recap

I woke up in the late morning thinking that I felt good about this Oklahoma team. I had a guy at the poker table yesterday tell me that he was absolutely positive that USC was going to win big. I didn't like this guy very much, and I instantly felt the urge to go against him on this. I also was thinking about Pete Carroll and how I just wasn't sure about that guy. I like the Oklahoma team, especially on defense and I thought that Jason White might have something to prove. Boy was I wrong. Thankfully, it only cost me $50. It could have been worse.

With Swartz now gone (he left at 10:30 on Monday), Sandy and I were left to our own devices. We decided to take it easy on the gambling for a little while, if maybe just subconsciously. We got started kind of late due to just sleeping in and what not. We went through Aladdin and Paris and did some shopping. We caught lunch at a little cafe in Paris and then we did what was an absolute first for me in Vegas. We went and saw a movie. We caught the Aviator with Leo. I give it 4 stars, by the way. It was an absolutely great movie. Leo is a smart cat. Ben Affleck should start calling him before making any career moves. The guy is much more shrewd than whoever is calling the shots for Ben.

After the movie, we went to Caesars. Caesars is as big as a city block and they just keep expanding it. It has to be the coolest hotel/casino combo in Vegas these days. it just has to be. The Venetian and Bellagio have their charms but Caesar's is just in another class. They really run with their theme too, in a tremendous way. I love that. Anyway, after doing some more bumming around the Forum Shops we made it to Chinois (it's a Wolfgang Puck fusion joint). The food was good. We again got the dessert menu treatment but it was okay. The service was much better this time. I like Chinois and I would recommend it. It's quality grub and a good value.

After this we got down to business and headed over to the ol' Monte (i.e. the Monte Carlo) for some $2-$4 limit action in their poker room. The poker room there is now my favorite in Vegas. It's way in the back of the casino and it's really for the lower limit player. There is mostly $2-$4 and $4-$8 limit going on with maybe 1 stud game. They also have these jackpot payouts for high hands. So if you get say a royal spade flush you win $800 or something. They also just use one blind at $2 so you can play a lot of hands for really cheap. The people there are friendly too. All of that said, I had a rough night at the poker table and got completely off of my usual strategy. We played for about 6 hours, finally rolling out with headaches and lighter pockets at about 4 am. I couldn't concentrate at all for about the last 4 hours. I just knew that I didn't play well. The trip wasn't going very well on the gambling tip, but not too bad. You can't lose that much playing $2-$4. It's just not possible.

Despite the bad poker play, lingering pissed-offedness at the Bulls and stupid USC, it was a great night in Vegas. One note here, I am not backing down on the fact that the SEC is a better conference than the Pac-10. The Pac-10 made me pay for this belief on this particular night but I'm by no means changing my mind about this. It's just not happening. The Pac-10 is soft and that's it. When they prove me wrong, I'll admit it. One game definitely isn't proving me wrong though.

Vegas Day 1 Recap



So first off, let me apologize for not blogging anything in Vegas. That was sort of a given though. I didn't even bring a computer. It would have been tough. So anyway, let's just dive into the trip and what not.

So Monday morning at 8:12 Sandy and I got on a Southwest flight to Vegas. It was sort of a neverending flight. I basically slept the whole day due to waking up at about 5 am to get to Midway on the CTA.

We cruised into McCarran and met up with my buddy Swartz who had flown up for the day from AZ and headed for Treasure Island. It's always good to see Swartz. My favorite Thunder from Down Under sign was missing from the baggage claim area, but no big deal. We rolled into TI, got the room, which was essentially the same as just about every other Vegas room I've ever had. There really isn't much difference. To be honest, if I just had a cot in a closet, that would usually be enough for me.

We cruised over to the Venetian to have lunch at Canaletto and experienced a truly bizarre waiter. After asking us where we were staying, he decided the smart thing to do was to insult Treasure Island at length. He also had a long string of other annoyances. This led to me being less than my generous self in the tip department. It was truly unreal. I'm not sure if it's a Vegas thing or not. But one thing that happened with this guy also happened later at Chinois. He asked us if we wanted dessert or not. We clearly said "no" and he brought us dessert menus anyway. Needless to say, this had no effect on our desire for dessert. I was looking for the quickest route away from this schmuck.

Next, it was off to the poker table at The Mirage. The Mirage has one of the best poker rooms in Vegas for the serious player, behind only the Bellagio in my mind. Of course, I'm not that serious of a player. After some minor maneuvering we all settled into a $3-$6 limit table. Things didn't exactly go our way. I was up for about half the time but ended up down less than $100. Still, it wasn't too bad. I enjoyed my time at least. Sandy took off after a while to do some shopping before dinner.

Then around 8, Sandy and I were starved so we hit the Bellagio buffet. Swartz was catching a rush so he stayed behind for a while. Later he snuck in the exit of the buffet and scored some free sushi at dinner. Priceless. We ate like kings. I couldn't get over the jumbo shrimp and I still can't really. They were excellent. I'm still voting for the Mandalay Bay buffet though as my favorite Vegas buffet. It's out of this world.

After dinner we checked on the final score of the Bulls game. I had tossed some cash on the Bulls +4 at home against the Pistons. While the Bulls were up for most of the game, they folded the tents and lost by 7. Instead of being close to even, I was a little bummed out. Every day is a new day though, especially in Vegas.

One other note about Monday. It rained all day long. It was like we were in Seattle or something. It was just ridiculous. It was literally, a strong midwestern style rain. I couldn't believe it. I kept wondering aloud, "this is the desert, right?"

Sunday, January 02, 2005

Off to Vegas

I'm leaving for Vegas tomorrow morning, and I'll be back Wednesday night. I'll try to blog, but it's not exactly what I would call my 1st priority. I promise to at least have a nice little update when I get back though. Keep on truckin' though.

Nothing Like the New Year

Happy New Year to all of you cats out there. Every year, the new year brings new beginnings and new craziness. So far, I'm holding to my resolutions. I think resolutions are a great idea. If I can remember what mine were by June though, I'll be doing well. I think the key resolution to make is to resolve to remember your resolutions thoughout the year. That's 99.4% of the battle.

So I was walking back with Sandy from a little condo function we went to in the West Loop and it was great to see the many splendid scenes unfolding on the Chicago city streets. I can't tell you how many people we saw being carried to somewhere. It could have been the next bar, but hopefully home. I don't mean that these people needed assistance. We saw some people fully passed out on their feet (sort of). Happy New Year, it's a train wreck hangover! My favorite was a girl walking with two police officers, wearing one of their jackets. She was clearly crying and just as we walked by, she told the cops "I hate my friends". Wow. The new year is two hours old and there is already new conflicts to explore in the morning.

After we got on the train, we had one of those high pitched voice girls saying the same thing over and over again into her cell phone so the whole city could hear her. She was wasted of course, and then started telling her friend what to do. It was dynamite. From there, we saw a girl that lost a high heal and was cruising up Halsted and a bunch of other truly trashed young men in there low 20's.

All of this really just left me feeling kind of old. I can't think of a scenario where I am going to have to be carried home. I mean, this has happened in the past but I wouldn't go there again. It's these people that I want to salute this New Year's.

Here's to all of you that went to the party and brought your 'A' game. You went in with reckless abandon, and hopefully you lived. I'm proud of you. That said, I just can't do it anymore. It sucks to be past your prime at anything. The older you get, the list just gets longer and longer.

Thank God for new challenges like poker. I love poker, and so does my liver.