Umm, you guys know that feeling the first time you played poker and won your first huge pot? That nervous, excited, anxious, queasy in the pit of your stomach, hands shaking, mouth babbling, I better hurry up and rake the pot before someone wakes me up kind of feeling? The how could I be so lucky, this is why I play cards type of moment?
Well Mr. Moes just buried me six feet under with an authoritative return fire that captured that same feeling I have only gotten with my first large poker pot, a hit that still has my jaw on the floor.
First, I have heard of many instances where people, for one reason or another, have missed herfs. The unexpected happens, and plans suddenly change. I have never heard of someone tactically hitting all herf attendees due to the absence. TJ sends:
1 - Monte #2
1 - LP9
1 - Padron 80th
1 - Oliva MB1
1 - Graycliff DE
1 - Tat Cohete
1 - Tat Verocu #9
1 - WOAM
1- 1/3 of an Illusione culebra
Already, an over the top, highly unnecessary hit that just goes to show the generosity of the man. Thank you TJ.
Unsatiated, TJ drops two more baggies on me containing:
3 - Partags Presidentes
3 - Por Larranaga Montecarlos
3 - Diplomaticos Marevas
3 - SCdH El Principes
1 - Bolivar Gold Medal
1 - R&J Short Churchill
1 - PsP#2
1 - Monte #5
Yes, I gave you some smokes here and there, but really? REALLY?
Don't know if this was the bomb you said you were proud of, but I sure as hell would if I sent this out! Picture will be posted Monday, mainly for me to drool at again:)
Hats off to you brudda, I hope to finally meet you at the SoCal herf, right?!?!
