Mike didn't care much for the last hand of cards he had been dealt, but that didn't stop him from adding a large stack of chips to his bet. The wise move would have been to fold, but he wanted that rush he got from seeing the next card ( Read more... )

The entire time at the Montecito New Orleans had been a disaster for Mike. He'd had to break up fights on a daily basis, the resort manager who was supposed to be mentoring him was usually a drunken stupor, and there was that night when he brought a hot girl back to his suite only to have housekeeping walk in at the wrong moment. Mike had hoped ( Read more... )

The last few days had been a blur from the moment Mike got a phone call from A.J. Cooper, owner of the Montecito Resort Group. Within an hour, he and Mary were on a private jet headed for Las Vegas.

( 72 Hours in Las Vegas )

The crisis was over, and the island would slowly be getting back to normal, except for one thing. Hopefully, that was something Mike could fix. He picked up the phone and dialed.

[For one, and NFB.]

Mike was chilling out on the couch, watching ESPN. He was also programming his Tivo to record the first game of the NBA Finals.

[For one, but open to anyone else after her.]

Mike was kicking back, watching the Cubs take on the Pirates while he sipped a beer. He'd missed most of yesterday's latest batch of Fandom weirdness because he had spent all day working on his latest invention. But it had been worth it. Now his homemade Monster Vac was not only self-propelled, but it had its own dirt sensors and could decide on ( Read more... )

Mike headed over to the hotel early in the morning to pester Mary for extra ammunition. She insisted on going with him if he was going to do something foolish. So the two of them were armed with guns and flashlights as they hunted down the creepy statues.

( So, you want to explain to me why we're doing this? )