It's just like playing blackjack in Vegas. Mark Morford sorry link no work

[madokie]

I am not a gambler in the sense of betting on cards, horses or dice etc. But this explains * about as good as he could be explained.

By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist


Invariably, sitting right next to you is some guy, eyes shifty and body twitchy and making weird sounds with his mouth and smelling vaguely of sawdust and horse manure and dead dreams, with a huge pile of chips he is quickly turning into a very small pile of chips.

He is suffering. He is playing terribly, grumbling, sneering at the dealer, talking to the cards like they were his personal slutty harem ("C'mon you dumb bitches, do me right," etc), complaining to his very angry God who is apparently no longer coming through for him. He is getting desperate. His pile is diminishing. He is sweating, glancing around, wondering where all his drunk fraternity friends scurried off to.

Soon he is down to his last chips. He makes one final stab, but his final bet tanks. He is out, the pile is gone.
http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/gate/archive/2...

[xchrom]

1. file not found.

just thought you should know.

beautiful opening though.

[madokie]

2. I had posted this earlier and it worked fine. You don't reckon that

sf gate pulled it do you. I was very good.

[truth2power]

3. It's there. Try this..

"Iran, You Ran, Let's Bomb Iran"

http://sfgate.com/columnists/morford/


edit> Corrected title of article.

[madokie]

4. Thanks ^5's

[Tesha]

5. Here's a permanent link to that particular column.

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/gate/archive/2006/04/19/notes041906.DTL