Scott Adams, get out of my head.  Seriously, very uncool man.

You know, some memories were buried from the world for a reason – why must you dig through my archives and bring pain to the surface again?!  My days of errant Vegas trips are over (until Buddy/Goldfine/Shaw/Ben get engaged), as are the 8-hour benders between final exams at the Canterbury Park.

But oh how I know Wally’s pain!  I know the sorrow of ordering double Gin & Tonics (which is still about ½ the alcohol of a normal pour) while contemplating if I should split my two pair or keep them together with a queen-high on top.  Win both and you win, win one and you tie – but I’d have to lose both to lose.  Surely, the odds have to be in my favor and I can play it safe.  Besides, either way, I should get my drink before I lose my money.  Right?  Right!??

ALL RIGHT ALREADY!!  YOU WIN OK?!  I’LL TAKE THE DRAGON BET EVEN THOUGH I KNOW I HAVE A 9-HIGH PAI GOW COMING!!!!!

Damn you Sam Torosian and Fred Wolf for bringing evil on to this world.