Trip Report
by Nolan Dalla (a.k.a. Darkside)
AT-LARGE FRIENDS:
I've got a mini-sequel here to my long, drawn-out trip report. It's too good
to pass up posting, so here goes:
Peter Secor, as you recall had done positvely everything wrong. And man, I
mean E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G-! Stayed up all night. Drank. Drank some more.
Played in a ring game like an Ohio tourist. Then drank some more!
Stumbling in and around the empty tables of Resorts at 6:30 that morning (he
looked like one of those white mice in the maze at the science lab), Peter
looked simply pitiful. Two hours later, I looked around. Petey was gone.
When the tourney began, I again looked for Pete....couldn't find him. Poor
guy, missed the friggin' tournament. Oh well, more dead money in the prize
pool.
After busting out myself, I noted Peter had made some herculean entrance at
his table and had built up good chip position. God there's just no justice
on this earth, is there? At the break, Petey comes over to me. "You wanna'
piece of my action, Nolan?" he asks. Now, I know Peter when he plays sober,
with his aggressive style he can be a top-flight player. No question about
it. But in his condition? Back Peter financially? Hell, taking stock in
the company that made 8-track cassette tapes (remenber those from the 70's?)
seemed like a better investment. Or stock in AMC Motors.
The truth be known -- I considered backing him, actually, because someone
like Petey -- unpredictable and loose -- is just the type of player who
usually wins those damn tourneys. Like John Lennon sang......."I shoulda'
known better......" Congrats Peter. At Calcuta next year, I know who I'll
be backing.
Tell me though, does lightening ever strike twice in the same place?
-- Nolan Dalla
