I hadn't had time to read AZ since the matches started.
My 2 cents du jour. More to follow once I get more time. It's kinda crazy here.
OK, ya'll saw the carnage. Not sure why Earl wasn't fireplugged as an igniter. Your guess is perhaps as good as mine.
The Euro's are happy, US fans are ok-ish.
Pinky, I, and at least 20 other AZers went to Best Billiards afterwards. Sjm, Cuebuddy, Lou Fig, Will (won the AZ contest for tickets and wore the red, white, blue & stars outfit left of table), Jimmy, Joe, Rick S, fat Albert, EZ Money, Vagabond's Brits, other Brits, and and...
I brought my cue to Vegas. No case, wouldn't fit in suitcase. Pull it out for our "private" Diamond room at Best Billiards I chalked it, and all I had was ferrule. No tip. We negotiated a triple scotch double game. Rick (Rixx Images) spots me a cue, empathizing with my tears.. I take one shot with his cue, and his tip falls off. WTF? Done. I'm on housecue detail, feeling jinxed, dang thing had more deflection than JB Cases on a good day.
I'm hoarse and whipped.
I decreed my love to Michaela on live stream. She ignored me. She's married dammit. But I think we'll get her white gloves after the inevitable happens.
I'm all over the place right now. Just left elevator where Hatch walks out and invites us to his room, with at least 10 people, including his Mom. We're @ to head there. Not saying he's in mourning, but he's not doing cartwheels.
Players and people on the ïnside were yakking up a storm. Earl may have had an opinion.

Johnny's daughter, LeeAnne, was an awesome cheerleader: "he's big, he's bad, his name is Johnny Archer".
I won $5 before table time and tip fixings were more. That's all that counts for a selfish pool player.
Just got a $23 roast beef sandwhich at Carnegie Deli.
Nathan has keys for the BB arena and some really well done tats.
The volcano continues to blow on every hour.
None of my pictures are publishable.
I'll try to make more sense soon.