Do I raise? Do I cold call sbobet?

Do I raise? Do I cold call sbobet?

Passively, through increasingly drunk ears, I listened to the guy who was still talking. And just like when I hear 10-89 (local police ten-code for death) pop out of the police scanner, I heard something from my left that made me slip back into active listening.
The word was “dwarf.”
Fold.
I turned to my left and saw the smile creeping in the corners of the guy’s mouth. Indeed, he had said “dwarf.”
Somehow, I just knew.
I bounded from my chair and wrapped the guy in a hug like I would a brother I hadn’t seen in years.
“You son of a bitch,” I said.
Iggy had arrived.
Damn, I loved that moment.
After the first sbobet event, everyone said it could never be re-created. When last June rolled around, I was determined to do it. I planned everything down to the minute. In doing so, I worked against my goal.
The beauty of the first WPBT event was that, with the exception of tournament day, nothing was planned. Like the WPBT itself, everything happened organically. Planning for events like these is like like planning how to play Ace-King to the river before you’ve ever seen a flop. The beauty of it all is the mid-game, mid-hand, mid-party gear shifts we’re forced to confront.
While this past June was a great time, I felt like I’d over-scheduled my time. Every moment of every day was planned down to the minute. I found myself sticking to a schedule and organic happenings didn’t happen. Don’t get me wrong. I had a great time. How could I not? Still, what I did was more fertilized than organically grown.
And so it happens that there have been calls for me to organize another Storming of the Castle.
When I made the decision to attend this December’s WPBT Winter Classic, I made one rule for myself. No schedule. The only thing on my schedule is the WPBT event on Saturday. Other than that, I’m going to go where the games, friends, and drinks take me. If I end up downtown playing craps alone at 5am, well, so be it.
And, yet, I love the Castle. I love to storm it. So, what do I do?
Well, this is what I’ve come up with. I’m making no plans. I’m not blocking off any time for it. That said, I wanna do it.
So, here’s the deal, if you’re at all interested: If it should happen that a group of bloggers in my presence decides Storming the Castle is a good idea, I’m going to text message five people. If they see it as a good idea, they can text message five people. And so on. Yeah, I know, flash mobs are so 2002 (note: any cultural phenomenon that appears on a TV crime drama is now passe).
So, here’s my five. Pick yours and program your phone accordingly. And those of you without a cell phone (ahem, Iggy), go buy one, you Luddite.

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