So out of all of the regular New York poker bloggers who have run through the I Had Outs game, I've met all of them. Except for the F-Train. Oh, we've come close to meeting. Many many times. There was the time we missed each other by a few minutes at the Crack House. There was the time I was in Atlantic City and Dawn and Alceste said hello to me, without introducing me to the train who was standing 10 feet away. There was the time I was supposed to see a movie with him and CK, but my date was too tired to go.
It's really become comical at this point. Then, finally, CK convinced F-Train to stop by the Wall Street game to play 1-2 last night. If you've read the previous post, you'll find out that he came and left within a 60 second span. It was the closest I'd ever been but I didn't even get to shake his hand, let alone introduce myself.
CK thinks this is now "destiny" and we will never meet. But I have a plan. I'm going to put him on the Evite list for the poker games, and I'm going to cook bacon. God-damn it, I'm going to cook bacon.