Carma Burfield
The first person from Wisconsin that I run into in Las Vegas is Carma Burfield from La Crosse.
“Gypsy, my brother!” Carma says and gives me a hug.
Carma has given me the knickname, “Gypsy” because of my recent traveling adventures. We got to know each other through La Crosse foosball league and tournaments that she helped put together. She is like the “Mother of La Crosse Foosball” for the last decade with the work that she has done for La Crosse foosball and Stansfield Vending.
I like to think that if Karma was human and played foosball, Carma would probably be the embodiment of this entity. She is very Midwest Zen-like and stoic with a great sense of humor and outlook on live. Even kilter.
However, you don’t mess with Karma.
“How and when did you get here?” she asks.
I give her the run-down of the last few days and what it took to get to Las Vegas.
“Do you have a place to stay?”
I tell her I do not because I only have enough money to enter the tournament.
I admit that I do have an aunt in town, but I do not want to impose my presence on my family while drifting around.
She invites me to stay with her and a couple of the foosball pro’s she is sharing a room with at the casino hotel. They got floor space. I graciously accept.
