Do poker players anticipate a new event? I’m toggling back and forth with the players I remember dealing to and the ones I remember that travel a circuit may find a new event exciting but I do wonder how. Traveling to event after event has to be wearing on its own. I even wonder how many of them ever get the quick anticipation jolt when the TD or some replica says, “Shuffle up and deal!”
But this post isn’t about that. It just came to mind after reading about a ‘long awaited, much anticipated’ that was opening somewhere in the world.
I have deck stain on my hands and one of my legs, it’s a wonderful slate color. For some bizarre reason, when I had just finished one section of wood, Scout wanted to lick it. “OFF!” She left it alone but I can’t begin to understand the reason to taste it.
There’s a Fiero setting on the back of the property by the pump – previous landowner’s friend’ car. Those little rat bastard desert chipmunks have built a home under it or in the engine or someplace in the inner workings. The rat bastards are everywhere out here, scampering around in daylight hours trying to avoid the hawks and the roadrunners. I used to put out my old veggies for the rabbits and the quail and the chipmunks, now I’ve stopped. There’s no need for me to give them a reason to be here. Scout wants them. It’s a bad combo.
Scout has a spot picked out on one side of the Fiero that she tries to dig to China to get far enough under the car to get them. She has silt boogers in the corner of her eyes and I won’t let her in the house until I get a damp towel and wipe her down…she looks like a silt powdered ghost. Normally she’s where I am but when I’m out in the yard and she’s gone for any length of time, she’s digging.
The great news is the damned Fiero is leaving on Sunday. The rat bastards will just find another place to hang out their door mat but at least it won’t be on my property because there is NO PLACE LEFT TO HIDE.
I didn’t see Riot this week. Momparental was in rare form when she started attacking me in text messages on Wednesday afternoon. It came from nowhere. I didn’t even know we were having a problem…guess we weren’t, she was. She’s the most hateful wretch I’ve ever had the misfortune of knowing. I completely understand why Riot lives in a world of game playing roles – it’s his escape hatch.
When he was here last week we were playing a game on the Wii, him sitting next to me. I said, “Ouch! I wish my body didn’t hurt so bad sometimes.”
His normally raucous, taunting demeanor went to quiet reflection as he softly said, “Maybe it’s because you’re getting old grandma.”
“Oh…I don’t want to get old.”
He didn’t say anything for a minute or so. “I don’t want you to get old either grandma, but it is the way it is.”
Damn it! Why does it have to be that way? Well, I still have a few more years of game playing lunacy left in me so that’s what we did, along with spelling, and writing a letter, and taking Scout out for walks in the desert.
He starts school on Monday. The 2nd grade is waiting and the skies the limit when you’re 7.
The make-over caused a personal introspective. Spent several hours surfing and reading.
The entire “money making” end of the poker business seems to have shifted from players and rake to the event and marketing end.
The players are actors and no longer of account (beyond the immediate “you’re right” we’ll take care of that for you)and the site/revolving advertisers are the focus and concern.
You are so right. It’s all a convoluted ball of issues that have jammed at the proverbial logjam and one log has to give to make the rest of it mesh. In the middle of the jam are the players that don’t have a lot of options because if the wrong log moves first, they lose. This is what is wrong with poker IMHO: http://www.insidepokerbusiness.co.uk/poker/news/607/problems-at-hand.html
And until the insanity clears, the great game of poker is nothing more than a manipulative tool that sends players this message: “Screw you! As long as we make money, you don’t even get Vaseline.”