Not that I speed that often, but most of the time if I do I only do it for really short stretches and get lucky where the cops are concerned. Not this time, though. He stopped me going 93. 93 sucks because it's too fast to even take defensive driving. Luckily I passed field sobriety so no DWI.

It seems like our sports teams in Dallas try to one-up each other in terms of how bad they can choke. It's like "Oh, yeah, you lost to an 8th seed in the first round? Well, watch this. We blew a 3-0 lead in a best-of-seven. I know it's not quite as bad but we had to do something horrible. It's OUR time to suck now."

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Now I know that I'm not alone in this and I'm sure that's why there are millions of alcoholics in the world, functioning or otherwise, but it still intrigues me. And certainly it intrigues me now since I'm on my fourth beer in the last hour or so.

It was a limit game and I held a pair of 8's. Another guy had a pair of Kings and another guy had K-10. This was a very hyper-agressive limit table so we get the pot capped pre-flop. At a normal table I wouldn't be in a capped pot pre-flop with only 8's, but these guys were crazy. They were raising A-K and less, so it made sense to go with 8's and see if I could trip up. The flop came 10-8-7. I hit my trips. There was a slight chance someone either had the straight already or was drawing at it but I figured I wasn't going to worry about that and just pay them off if they had the balls to go with J-9 or 6-9 pre-flop in a capped pot. I was really hoping the board would pair so I didn't have to worry about it. I bet my set, and then the hyper-agressive player with K-10 raised it. The next dude (whom I still have no idea what HE was holding) called the raise and the KK re-raised. I capped that pot and everyone called. At this point I still wasn't too concerned because I figured someone probably had a 10 with a good kicker and someone else probably had an overpair. I also figured the other dude was probably chasing a straight or flush or something. The turn was a 5, which wasn't too scary. I bet again and this time I'm pretty sure it was just called around.

Now here's the funny part. The river is a King. The KK hit a one-outer. The funnier part, though, is that the K-10 hit two-pair and thought he was good when he was in third place. I didn't put anyone on KK so I bet, the idiot K-10 actually raised and luckily the KK only called. I called and lost. Trip Kings against trip 8's.

That hand should've made me a bunch of money but that right there (as they say) is poker. I congratulated the KK on his odds-defying river King and went on to gradually win a bunch of his money back later.

If you're still wondering where the "dichotomy" lies in this you're not alone. I was wondering the same thing.

The truth is that there probably IS no dichotomy after all. I just thought "the dichotomy of dust" was a cool title for a post.

I picked Jack, of course, because everybody knows his egg rolls rock. So I got three egg rolls, two tacos, came home and feasted while watching episode 27 of Weeds, and passed out.

I don't mind a first round matchup with the Lakers without Bynum. They really can't hold their own against us without him. If we can just snake out one win against them on their home court we'll advance probably. I'm much more excited now for the playoffs to start since it looks like we're coming together at the perfect time.

I just have to hope that whomever may visit this site looking to hire me has a sense of humor. By the way, if you are someone looking to hire me, I programmed this whole web site with ASP in Visual Studio and it uses SQL server on the backend, so if anything it proves that I can do what I say I can do (regardless of content.)