[MichaelOar]

I'll bite.

Three weeks ago, I was "studying" for my last set of exams before graduating from law school. For the uninitiated, this means that I was thumbing through outlines while folding hand after hand in a 1/3 NL game at my local casino. On this particular evening, I took a seat in the game and noticed a hot looking chick in the ten seat. I know just about everyone who ever plays in this room (outside of Cincinnati, Ohio), and I had definitely never seen this girl in there before tonight. She had on a low cut top, and I thought that she would make good eye candy for the next few hours . . .

Then, the yapping started. This broad loves to talk! About herself! Constantly!! My ipod was having mechanical problems, so I had to rely on the noise cancellation on my headphones for relief. They usually block out most chatter . . . but they were useless in this case. Stories about her travels around the world. How she donates 25% of her winnings to charity?!? Who is this chick?

Next, a semi-friend of mine comes to the table. He chats her up. She touches his arm. They go get coffee and return giggling . . .

I overhear something about 2+2, and the posts about her there . . . could it be??? Next, there is a mention of a high finish in a tournament at Bellagio . . . could it really be?? I'm still not sure it's her. She bets . . . and then shows everyone her hand after they all fold . . . more yapping about her great hand reading skills. I remember someone mentioning how she liked to do that. I'm trying to stare without looking like I'm staring . . . it really looks like her. Finally, she mentions that Full Tilt is probably going to be sponsoring her in this year's WSOP.

She leaves the table to do whatever, and I ask my semi-friend what her name is. "Brandy Haw-something. She's a pro-and totally hot too, don't you think?"

I ask whether he's ever read the forums at 2+2, and he says no, although Brandy had apparently mentioned all of the lies that were written about her there. I told him that the threads about her were must-reads, and completely hilarious. Brandy was apparently in the area visiting a friend in Dayton, Ohio (approx 1 hr from Cincinnati). She was there each of the next two evenings, and then, as quickly as she had arrived, she was gone . . .

Michael