Point of No Return — A lot of stuff going on in a Land Down Under
So, I’m watching a poker tournament on television the other night — because that’s about as much excitement as I can handle these days after 9 p.m. — and I see a guy shove all his chips into the pot, holding A-9.
For the uninitiated, this is not a particularly-strong starting hand, but you sometimes get yourself low on chips, with the starting bets getting higher and higher in tournament play, so you have to just get your chips in there and fight. This player was not in any imminent danger, however, and the announcers were a bit aghast at his choice of play.
Regardless, the player made his bet, another player called him with A-K, and the original bettor was sent along his way, shaking his head in disgust as the cameras followed his “walk of shame” away from the table. As the announcers continued to belittle his final play, I couldn’t help but chuckle because I know our good friend and former Point sports reporter, Ryan Saxton, would have played the hand the same way.
That was Ryan’s favorite hand, and he often played it like his cards were cloaked in an invincible alloy that couldn’t be cracked by mere mortals. It made him difficult to play against because you just always thought that’s what he had, but it also led him to taking that walk of shame a bit early sometimes because, well, you could put him on that hand sometimes.
So, of course, my cluttered, confused mind started taking me back to some memories with Ryan, and the unsettling fact that I actually miss the guy more than I care to admit. Since he moved to Australia several years ago, the guy has met a lovely woman, had a beautiful daughter and appears to be living the life he’s always wanted to live. We talk every-so-often, and I got to spend a little time with him and his new family when he came home to visit this past summer, but, yeah, I still miss the bloke.
And, this is where my mind led me to reading some online stories about Australia — not because I thought I’d stumble across a story about Ryan becoming an international jewel thief or anything, but more because my brain is a car-wreck, and it just wanders from one thing to the next. Like, one time, I was sitting on the beach and...
But I digress.
The first thing I found of note, outside of some fairly-inflammatory stories about our new POTUS, was a story by UPI about an Australian man who recently cleaned out his car and found a winning lottery ticket from a drawing that took place 414 days earlier.
The man reportedly told New South Wales Lotteries officials that he discovered the ticket and learned that he was one of four winners from a Jan. 9, 2016, drawing. The officials checked it out and paid him $781,108.34 in U.S. dollars.
“I thought I’d been pretty stupid,” said the man, whose name was not released. “I was thinking, ‘Wow! I could’ve thrown this out!’ It got very close. So, I’m not worried that I could have had the money a year ago — at least I’ve got it now. It might have remained anonymous until the year 3900!”
A few questions...
• If you bought the tickets, and knew the lottery was missing one of its winners, why didn’t you look for it then?
• Why haven’t you cleaned out your car in 414 days?
Of course, I ask because I’m jealous and I’m going to go out now and clean my ride.
Speaking of rides in Australia, one man from New South Wales took an interesting one in celebration of Australia Day a few weeks back. According to another UPI story, James Wallace, 21, pled guilty on Monday to a drunk-driving charge stemming from his ride on a beverage cooler that had been outfitted with wheels and a gas-powered engine.
I confess to being more than a little shocked that this didn’t take place in Sussex County.
Regardless, the man’s cooler-ride outside the Camden Hotel was caught on video and posted to the hotel’s Facebook page, where it quickly went viral, according to the article. Police reportedly stopped Wallace a short time later, and his blood-alcohol-content measured at 0.162, nearly three times the legal limit.
But his beer was still cold. Am I right?
On to Tasmania, the Huffington Post reported recently that a man was fearful of ghosts in his home, and he decided to set up a video camera in hopes of catching his ghoulish roommates in action. Well, he caught his roommates in action, but probably not in the way he was hoping.
According to the story, he discovered through the video that his girlfriend was having sex with his 16-year-old son from a previous marriage.
Paranormal investigator Alexandra Holzer opined in the article that the ghost the man was chasing might have been “egging on the sexual desires” of the woman and boy.
Or, and I’m reaching here, maybe the woman is a rotten human being.