Riot cracks me up!

I went to my son’s place on Friday afternoon, after lunch with Carole, and drifted through a sort of lazy day where I had no energy to do anything. At Darian and Sylvia’s house (son and daughter-in-law), I registered, on line, to play a $215 Satellite for a seat in the WSOP on Party. The tournament would start in approximately 45 minutes and I decided to play it there. And I got to race around in a mad frenzy, playing with Riot while I waited. He’s in to ‘punch’ and ‘kick’ – like he’s a great kick boxer – and when you give him the soft, fake punch on the stomach, or leg, or arm, or any place on his body, he goes through the sequence of, “Oh-h-h-h-h-h!” while he’s falling down and laying out like he got knocked out. It’s pretty damn funny to watch. He found a pair of his mom’s gardening gloves and they were his fighting gloves…great fit. He was on the couch, after doing a fake fall down when I got this shot of him.

Riot the kick boxer

The tournament started. Sometimes I was in the chair playing – sometimes Darian was in the chair playing. We won a couple of pots but nothing outrageous and picked up very few hands to even consider getting into the action with. We had to make it to fourth place to be in the money as there were only 95 entries. When the blinds hit $50-100, we held a little over $3,000 in chips and we were in the BB…woo hoo…pocket Kings. One caller, the Button raised it to $300, we raised it to $600, one caller, and the Button raised it to $2,000. Hell…we are ALL-IN. Sure we could have given the Button A-A but it’s difficult to put someone on that hand and not only that, we had a hand. Sure enough, the Button called and turned over A-A.

Darian and I both screamed, “OH, NO!” at the same time.

Riot was standing beside us and he slapped both hands up on each side of his head and screamed, “OH NO!”

The Flop was small, the turn an Ace, the river a King, and once again we scream, “OH NO!”

Riot went right with us with a repeat of the hands on the head screaming, “OH NO!”

*laughing our asses off*

We were out. Nice that we didn’t get bad beat. Nice that we both were into the game and enjoying the play of the tournament. And better than nice that we got the tension reliever of enjoying Riot’s enthusiasm for our enthusiasm. Damn I love that kid.