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I laid all them busters down, I let my gat explode.

In an effort to re-establish the dominance of the real Center of Power, Mr. Bryan Buchs and myself embarked on a mission from God last Friday night to reclaim the coveted Wisconsin Poker Tour title. Last month, cosmopolitan playboy Charles Rozewicz shocked the world with an impressive display of poker savvy, winning the first of what may very likely be many Wi.P.T. championships.

This month, the great Rozewicz made a pilgrimage to the Old Country, presenting us East Side loyalists with a glaring opportunity at redemption. Although Rozewicz’s imposing presence could still be felt in absentia, we liked our odds. First coating our constitutions with some fine alcoholic beverages from the Cafe Brucke, Bryan and I embarked on our Holy Crusade.

In a prophetic sign that fortune does indeed favor the foolish, I survived what should have been a sure death blow against an unlucky chap who is quickly becoming my ill-fated foil, The Other Chuck. If I recall correctly, the flop showed 6,7,8. Holding Big Slick, I incorrectly guessed that The Other Chuck was bluffing when he went all in, so I called him. Imagine my horror when I discovered he was holding pocket 8’s. Luckily for me, the final two cards produced a straight, meaning The Other Chuck and I split the pot, and I lived to fight another day.

When all was said and done, I was fortunate enough to once again bring the title back to the East Side. My final foe was the personable Bill Hehr, the tournament’s official director of operations. Again and again, Lady Luck blew me kisses as my pile of chips continued to grow, and ultimately included every last one of them. Next month, I anticipate another victory from either myself or another capable East Side representative. Herr Buchs, I think you’re just about due.