Here's a picture of me at Joe Grinders after winning a game. It was early Sunday morning, December 22nd, 1996, my 38th birthday had just begun. Whenever I win a game, I flick my lighter (although I don't even smoke). It was a carryover from a ritual of lighting a sparkler for a little recognition when I won Playback. The staff was worried about me setting the sprinklers on (I had to hear that lecture when in the background a waitress walked by with a plate of flaming fajitas). Anyway I was a legend after that.
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