...just a brief entry to freak out a little.
A few weeks ago, I sat in a poker tournament across from a guy I'd never met before. He was a friend of a fellow poker blogger. He came along to pony up the $50 buy-in, have a little fun, and bust out of the tourney first.
In case you don't know, when I'm not a poker playing Otis, I'm a journalist who often covers the court system.
Flash forward to a criminal trial I covered all of last week: The last witness on the stand (and perhaps the one that convinced the defendant to cop a plea) was a guy by the same name as the guy who played in the tourney.
Turns out, he did not only have the same name, but also the same DNA.
Now, I'm fully aware of how small a world it is, but it freaks me out a little bit that a poker blogger I only met a month or so ago also happens to be friends with a guy who played a major role in a case I've been covering for the past year and a half.
Small world, my ass.
That's just freaky.