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Ok, the reason for the repetition of Sam Farha's name is this...apparently my particular blog, which in all honesty will prolly never be seen by anyone, is now on some 'search engine hit list' of sorts. Sam Farha is a cocksucker, and I want to make sure if anyone Google's his name, there is a chance this particular blog will hit the top 10 list (not sure what the criteria is for a search to hit a particular site, but from some of the things I've learned in a past job, key words are important...and if doing a search for Sam Farha, well, I think I've covered that.)

I have numerous dreams in life...we all do. I dream of a great family, I dream of couple of kids to spoil rotten. I dream of a nice house. I dream of a nice car. I dream on becoming a great *legal* chiropractor someday. I have added a new dream to my list. I dream of the day I can take my old 2 iron (from my *what should be collector's edition* Ping Karsten I irons. These are the FIRST ever set of iron produced by Karsten.) and put it to use. Although I am an avid golfer, and took 16th individualist in state my senior year (sand green division, Kansas. I went to a podunk school), I never had much use for my 2 iron. I couldn't hit that club to save my life. The most action it ever got was to pick balls out of the thickets and water that I had shanked and couldn't quite reach. Anyhow...I'd love to take that 2 iron and hit Sam Farha square in the n00tz as hard as I possible could. Then, as he doubles over in pain, I'd run around to his backside and stick a pneumatic driven, diamond studded umbrella in his ass, turn the air compressor on and open that fucker up. That is my new dream.

I will repeat, Sam Farha is a cocksucker. Probably not in the literal sense, but figuratively speaking. I can't stand that Chris MonkeyFucker either, and used to cringe at the fact that he knocked out Sam Farha for the champeenship. But now, I think MonkeyFucker's winning it is the lesser of two evils. Who knows, maybe I will have the opportunity to deal to that douchebag as well someday and change my mind back, but as it stands now, Sam Farha is a cocksucker, and MonkeyFucker is, well, less of one.

The game was 5 card lowball (2 to 7), with one draw. $400/$800 blinds, $200 ante, No Limit betting. It was 3 handed. That means you are out $1800 each round. Those are some serious stakes! Every hand was raised to $2000-$2500 and at least one of the two called every time. Every pot was in the 15-20 thousand dollar range. Pretty cool to watch/deal, had it not been for that cocksucker Sam Farha. For those who know me personally, I am not good at taking verbal checks from people. I tend to speak my mind. If someone was watching ME during this half hour from hell, they'd've noticed a little trickle of blood running down my chin, from where I was biting my lower lip, in order to prevent me from lambasting that motherfucker with some words of my own. It's really hard to explain the way Sam Farha acts at a table, and it would be a long, arduous and exhausting ordeal for me to try and describe it to you. Not to mention that no amount of written word could convey the emotional status of what a dealer goes through when dealing with Sam Farha. Unfortunately, you will just have to take my word for it when I tell you that Sam Farha is a cocksucker.