I wasn't up to much this evening, so I decided to play the "Blogger" tournament on PokerStars. Don't get me wrong, I consider myself very much in the "reader" category, seeing as this is a 99% content-free blog, but still. Readers were welcome.
That's all the backstory you're getting.
Anyway, my Stars ID lists my hometown. It's not like it's a giant secret. And, as it turns out, I know, somewhat, two of the actual bloggers. You'll find them in my blogroll of sorts to the right -- gambling blues and one 2 many. Quality blogs, much recommended.
I got a last minute invite to their brother's wedding last fall. I'd been reading their blogs for a while, having found them through a random search for Michigan poker blogs. Being not so bright, I figured out who they were about two days before the wedding. That was pretty amusing.
Anyway, we're playing the tournament, and it doesn't take long for Boy Genius to notice I'm from the same town. I'm a jerk, and I kinda dodge the questions about who I am.
It takes him *maybe* five minutes to figure it out. The kid has mad Google-fu or something. Most impresive.
Unlike my poker game. Oh, I'm still alive as we near the bubble, but that's all about good cards (plus my 7-2 off cracking AK just before the first break).