Things have settled down a bit around here, and even though I still don't have a mailing address I'm starting to get into a routine.  Jared went home last week and Steve left yesterday, so I'm all by myself and free to work.  Good thing too because I've lost over a dime three days in a row now.  

Sunday I woke up early enough to catch the morning tournament schedule.  Since Weezer was playing for free that night in Vail, the plan was to play just those and if I made a deep run I play the late schedule too, if not i go see Weezer.  I ran deep in the 100r, reg'd for the late schedule, and busted like 5 mins after all the new tournies popped up.  Too bad, I've always wanted to see them, maybe should have just not played knowing that they were doing the show and I wanted to be there.    

Monday I skied Vail and it was fantastic.  The weather cleared after 3 days of snow, the crowds left, and the mountain was empty and beautiful with excellent conditions, especially for this early in the season.  I made it over to Shangri'la for one of my last runs.  It's a run through the trees in one of Vail's back bowls that is just a ton of fun.  There's this line under the wire that is zipping through a glade of Aspens, and I was ripping through that when I apparently lost track of the wire and ended up on top of a cliff with no easy way down.  

My choices were to jump off a 10' cliff or hike back uphill in powder somewhere.  Easy decision without a recovering knee, but the first time I tried jumping this season my knee didn't like it.  The bulky brace under my snow pants reminded me of the significance of the decision I was about to make.  If I was in the back country I probably would have hiked out.  But since I was not too far above a catwalk with plenty of traffic, I decided to hit the thing.  I stuck it, continued ripping down the hill, and looked like a badass instead of the dumbass that got himself in the spot in the first place.

Had lunch in the Village, drove home over Vail pass and decided to head up to Blackhawk to check out the 30-60 game they have that I've heard good things about.  It took me 2.5 hours as 4th on the list to get a seat with two running games.  In the meantime I played in a 2-5-100 spread limit game, was lagging it up, and then fell for the ol over-limp-reraise aces trick.  Fold, call, utg+2 calls, I'm in the hijack and make it $25, folds to the 2nd limper who makes it $125 with like $460 total, and I have two sixes.  I'm like, there's no way he has JJ+ here, take about a minute of thinking and decide that I'm against 22-TT and whatever other BS he can come up with it so I re-raise to $225 and we get it in.  He watches the board run out disgustedly, its T high, I feel like I'm winning and he shows me aces.  I'd love to describe to you the conversation that followed, but there's no way I could do it justice.  He explained to me why he didn't like the board, was convinced that I had KK or QQ as was the rest of the table and they talked about it.  

It was a weird game with a really strange texture.  It was full of Asians and nobody ever bluffed.  Big bets meant air and little bets meant the nuts.  Before my head exploded trying to figure the thing out I was moved to the 30 game.  I played I can't win for most of the night but staged a last hour comeback to only lose $1200.  The game was fantastic, reminds me of the good ol Canterbury days.  

Since I skied yesterday, I'm sore today and getting work done.  Laundry, cleaning and organizing, work, etc.  Going to pick up my laundry by the pound now, then shoot a Poker VT video with my horse, and then I'm hosting the $25k Sniper on UB tonight in lieu of Hollywood Dan.  Feeling good.

Peace and good luck,

Devo