Yes, the Poker Barrister is still alive. Barely.
It's been two weeks filled with motions in limine, oppositions to motions in limine, trial briefs, exhibit lists, deposition designations and other random shit. And, of course, other clients who think that their work should also, somehow, get done. I'm beginning to think 15 hour workdays are bad for the soul. I'm jealous of TBC, the Legend, and his random poker travels -- train rides . . . Diamond Lounges . . . tier points . . . VBJ . . . a new town every day . . . a sock full of $100's . . . dreams of a big score . . . But I digress . . .
. . . and back in the land of reality, the plane leaves for Denver at 8:00 am Monday . . . return ticket dated May 25th . . . At the moment, Villain shows no signs of settling. Much like Poker, I believe this is an example of a weak Villain acting strong. It's a bluff. But, maybe, this Villain intends to roll the dice . . . to shove "all in" and hope to "suck out" with a poor jury decision on the river. Time will tell.
All these poker analogies are making me shake with withdrawal. The only reasonable (and medically sound) course of action is to head out for one last night of cards before trial. Weather should be good tomorrow. A drive out over the Bay Bridge to the Eastern Shore seems appropriate. Next stop, Dover Downs. But first, an 11:00am conference call.