Better late than never

a Bulldog W that is, not the blog entry. I'd been wondering what could possibly motivate our boy to grab a victory. It seems that not having to hand Lap 10 bucks is our answer. Whatever works. So congratulations are in order for the second week in a row. That only leaves one person on the schneid now and they're not called Dog, Lap, Mike, Matt or Rog.

Back to Thursday. Liz went up first getting Jace Rafter & the Dog got Jen Madara. BTR went to the bar and got a Shiraz. As the time ticked by, it ocurred to me that we still only had 3 people. Lap was kind enough to email his absence, but what about Matt & Mike. Thinking harder Matt had spoken the previous week about his workload prior to going to Seattle. Maybe what he meant was he wouldn't be here tonight. Yeah, that could be it. What about Weasler? Let's call him. "Hey Mike". "Hey Rog. I'm in AC. I guess I should've told you". Click. That might've been nice. Oh well, there are only 3. One of Liz or Dog will have to double up.

Dog finished his match victorious, soundly dispatching Jen Madara. He didn't seem to keen on doubling up & charged out for a smoke. I put myself up against Heath Gill (aka Wally). Laya lost shortly after and seemed even less interested in doubling up than the Dog. Something about "if I ever have to play on those tables again it'll be too soon". Seeing as she would've been on exactly the same table against exactly the same player, I managed to guilt Dog into playing again. He didn't want to ruin the nice feeling he had after enjoying his first win in what seemed forever (since the Giants won the superbowl? Mets won the world series? England won the world cup?) but he shouldn't have worried. If you can feel good after one W, you feel even better after 2. Plus Skipper slithered past Heath so we won again.

Yippee. We're 5-2. And only one person on the team remains unsatisfied.