During our weekly WCP game last night, it was pointed out to me that
Here’s the evidence at hand: "If these wonderful savages declare poker as a Class II game, you’re looking at one guy (me, Chops) who will be celebrating Thanksgiving all over again." Wrapped around this sentence was the photo you see at right.
So for the record, this is not me dressed up like some heavy-metal-native-american-rocker. In fact, if you Google Image search "happy native american" as I did, you will stumble upon this gem.
As you’ve noticed over the past week, our content is being posted at a drip-drip clip as opposed to the normal flowing poker-prose fountain that you’ve come to expect from us (I would say "poker-prose flood," but OddJack has that market corned). As it turns out, over the past week, 2/3 of the Wicked Chops crew have been very busy with their OTHER business (a PR firm), and I’ve been sick as a dog on top of just getting a puppy that pisses on my carpet every hour or so. So content and concentration have been at a minimum. This point is further evidenced by the most pathetic online AND live game showings I’ve had in any 48-hour period the past two days. Truly embarrassing. I don’t even know who I am anymore. Who am I? I don’t know (that is me though at left at said weekly WCP game).
Here’s what I do know: Wicked Chops Poker will not be lax on the content over the holiday season…work, travel, or puppies be damned. That is our pledge to you, our ever-increasing reader-base. Because without you, there would be no us.
I’m kidding about that. We’d still exist. And we’d still be writing about poker. So fuck you guys.
Kidding again. We like you. And we like that you like poker.