In case if you're wondering, yup, a chimp can play Ms. Pacman.
Last Friday, I met up with Benj at a sports bar in downtown to play something called fantasy poker. Unlike regular poker, there's no buy in. If you finish somewhere in top 8 (out of about 100), you get prize money, $100 being the highest. There's nothing to lose. It's new to me. The first time, I played sloppily and got ousted in only 2 hands. Benj was done not long after, so we went out for a romp before the 2nd round started.
I finally got to see the famed bats. If you didn't know, 1.2 million bats sleep under a large bridge over Colorado river. From springtime till autumn, when the sun sets, the bats wake up and fly away, gobbling up about 600 airborne insects each en route to Houston and back.
It was an interesting sight. The bats were smaller than I thought—they looked like large insects. They flew off into neat tunnel-like swarms, sorta like locusts, or like a smoke stack going horzionally, if that makes any sense. It wasn't in a straight line but in curves as they maneveured over trees and whatnot.
After the show was over, we walked to 6th St., the "party street" of Austin (if you watched Real Life in Austin, that's where the crew barhopped). A tall black guy waved at us and said, "You deaf?" We stopped to chat. Turned out he played for the TSD football team that travelled to DC to play MSSD in 1988. I was just a Kendall tyke watching. TSD won but barely.
The dude said he caught the TD that put TSD ahead and that he was one of the 2 guys who knocked MSSD's starting QB out of the game. I playfully made like I was gonna punch him out on the behalf of MSSD. Benj was lost, being a mainstreaming kid all the way till he got into Gally for a year.
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Last Friday, I met up with Benj at a sports bar in downtown to play something called fantasy poker. Unlike regular poker, there's no buy in. If you finish somewhere in top 8 (out of about 100), you get prize money, $100 being the highest. There's nothing to lose. It's new to me. The first time, I played sloppily and got ousted in only 2 hands. Benj was done not long after, so we went out for a romp before the 2nd round started.
I finally got to see the famed bats. If you didn't know, 1.2 million bats sleep under a large bridge over Colorado river. From springtime till autumn, when the sun sets, the bats wake up and fly away, gobbling up about 600 airborne insects each en route to Houston and back.
It was an interesting sight. The bats were smaller than I thought—they looked like large insects. They flew off into neat tunnel-like swarms, sorta like locusts, or like a smoke stack going horzionally, if that makes any sense. It wasn't in a straight line but in curves as they maneveured over trees and whatnot.
After the show was over, we walked to 6th St., the "party street" of Austin (if you watched Real Life in Austin, that's where the crew barhopped). A tall black guy waved at us and said, "You deaf?" We stopped to chat. Turned out he played for the TSD football team that travelled to DC to play MSSD in 1988. I was just a Kendall tyke watching. TSD won but barely.
The dude said he caught the TD that put TSD ahead and that he was one of the 2 guys who knocked MSSD's starting QB out of the game. I playfully made like I was gonna punch him out on the behalf of MSSD. Benj was lost, being a mainstreaming kid all the way till he got into Gally for a year.
(to be cont'd)
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