Recognizers...

8/9/08

Recognizers…

“Recognizers, mount up! It was a clear black night…” – sung
to Warren G’s “Regulators”…

Back long time ago, in a land far away, I actually graduated
from a university called CSUS Sacramento. It was like a good
times, like my buddy’s dad used to say after watching us come
back home after a long Saturday night out. We may have partied
in Sactown, come back from the Bay or maybe a short jaunt to
Cache Creek or Tahoe. My buddy A’s (no permission to use his
name) mom would cook breakfast Sunday morning before they would
go to church. It was nice back in those days, had a cool part
time job that paid the bills, getting ready to finish school
and gallivanting wherever you pleased.

Anyway, my buddy A. and I would play this game, well it really
wasn’t really a game – we just joked about having this useless
superhero like power called, “Recognizing”. If you know me, I
am a plethora of useless information. I could probably make
tons of money playing Jeopardy – but somehow, they have not
returned any of my emails regarding contestant auditioning.
Hmmm, maybe they want to save money or something? I think I
would boost their ratings – at least in the Filipino demographic
(TFC might be in trouble baby). Back to “Recognizing” – it
would usually be a group of us watching a movie or television
show and my buddy A. asking me what other movies/television
shows a certain person was in. I would then rattle off a list
of movies/tv shows that person appeared in. I would also add
if a certain combo of actors/actresses played in several
productions together. Stupid, huh? I was the human analog
precursor to IMDB (I know everyone has checked that out).

How “recognizing” relates to Vegas, you ask? I guess I correlate
it to these continuous experiences that I am having while I am
playing poker. I’m not kidding when I say this, because it
really has not given me anything beneficial to date. Maybe a
good table image, “don’t fuck with me”, hehe. I would say about
5 or 6 times, while sitting at the table – several players have
said that they may have seen me playing at other casinos around
the world, even on television. I must have a doppelganger or
Bizarro twin living in the same contiguous universal plane as I
am. I swear to Buddha, at least once a week at the tables, somebody
makes some comment that they have seen me play somewhere.

Like the other day at the Planet Hollywood NLHE tournament, a
couple of Brits were playing at my table. One of them, with a
hardcore Cockney accent (imagine dialog in any Guy Ritchie film,
ie, Lock Stock and 2 Smoking Barrels or Layer Cake), says “By the
way mate, haven’t I seen your knocka’ over at the Victoria Open
PLO tourney in London?”. I played along and said “That it might
have been in Monte Carlo for a European Poker Tour Event, I never
played any poker in London, sorry”.

Another dude at the Caesar’s NLHE tourney last Wednesday, an old
guy with his Texas drawl, “Might I seen yooo’ at the WSOP this
yee’ar”, who knew that year had two syllables? Anyway, I decided
to be truthful this time, told him no and said that I was just a
scrub scratchin’ out an honest living on the low stakes tournament
circuit.

Fame is a a two edged sword, a blessing and a curse.

If my Bizarro twin is reading this, if you got some good poka’
money – give me some. If you are broke, don’t track me down…

Recognizers mount up!