He’s caught him!
The target came flying at me, my reflexes kicked in… I stumbled and it slapped my hand, hard. Enough force to soar beyond my reach from the rebound against my stinging flesh, but then the agreed rule played over in my head, a voice that called: ‘One hand, one bounce’. In my dress shoes I launched my body forward, stepping with the power and tenacity of an enraged Spartan. I eyed the objective in slow motion, it moved so effortlessly away from the earth it had just kissed, another touch of the ground and it was all over. I dived, soaring through the field, tucking my head for a roll, knowing that all calculations had been made, the trajectory plotted, my hand on an intercept course for victory.
My grasp was firm, my resolve true. I had caught the ball.
I met up with some friends of Skelm at the APPT poker tournament in Star City, I didn’t participate in any events, but was more there for the networking, getting to know some of the local talent, making new friends. They all stayed in Sydney for a few days, in a hotel room for the duration of the tournament, drinking, grinding, and generally having fun. The group composed of LacieK, Newmanni, Eurekakid, Petteytheft, Skelm, Ponchoco and myself, with a few others who we met along the way. We all got drunk and played a rotation game that turned into a crazy shove-fest even though we were playing mixed games we wouldn’t have much of a grasp on when sober, let alone drunk. I was there for 3 meals that were paid for via credit card roulette, with Petteytheft losing one, and Eurekakid losing twice, freeroll, baby!
On the last day we had a game of cricket, Petteytheft being American had no idea what was going on, but somehow showed great potential, and bowled Newmanni out, we played a rotation, with whoever took the wicket got to bat, and all ended up with a pretty fair game. LacieK got injured and sat down in his fielding position, and snatched the ball out of the air when it was belted towards him like a true champion. But it was late in the day, when we had all decided to call it quits next wicket, when I spied my objective screaming towards me at mach 3, and it was on.
