A busted mouse, a blonde, Battlefront

My poor HP mouse, once indestructible, was the latest casualty of poker. It finally gave up the ghost after I threw it Friday when I went something incredible like 0-13 in SNGs, bubbling to outrageous beats like Presto made on the turn against my TPTK AQ.

Of course Presto never misses. It's like insurgents blowing you up with your own C4, though. Our weapon, not theirs.

Also for the first time in a while lost some small fan bets in games: Tim Hudson for the Braves in Thursday night's game, Spurs +2 against the at-home Utah Jazz and, the one I wasn't expecting, Liddell (-170) vs. Jackson, who TKO'd him with a chop to the right chin in an early round in the UFC last night.

Can't win 'em all.

Yesterday was pleasant, however, as I caught an afternoon game (Phillies-Braves) at Turner Field with my friends and, um, my financial adviser. It's cool that I found her at random but have since really clicked well with the blonde. Mysteriously enough, K Rose called me at 2 a.m. as if she could sense something was up.

My visit to The Man of electronics yesterday yielded a cordless laser mouse that just plugs into a USB port and worked immediately, and Star Wars: Battlefront II as an impulse buy. I've only had time to do the training missions so far, but it's pretty fucking cool to be a Clone Trooper.