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Those were the days, my friend

October 26th, 2012 Leave a comment Go to comments

We thought they’d never end.  Then the Feds slid the government’s condom over my poker.  I’ve watched the WSOP play out with mixed thoughts.   Reality set in watching this weeks battle to the final table.

I made some snarky, blog remarks so far about ESPN and edited poker.  Their heavy emphasis on coolers seemed to show not what we miss but what we hate/disdain/shudder over.  With tournament poker there is a lot of that goes round.   It didn’t seem like I should miss all that.   So, I’ve made a couple of posts pooh-poohing the land of suckouts that the editors so love. OK, not earth moving blogging.

This week’s coverage of the play down to the final table caused a complete 180.  So much angst.  So much regret.  So much anger.   For a moment, I bonded with Waffles.    The pain of it all slammed me in the chops like a Rocky Balboa uppercut. Why the turnabout, you ask; stay tuned and enjoy my anguish.

A horse I’ve rode to death is the term Gear Change.  It was the subject one of the first articles I sold.  It was a reoccurring theme as I bored you stiff about playing stud.  That stud/limit move really pounded that into my soul.  Gear changing is the reason to play tournament poker.

I grinned when Mojo questioned his limp play that made him consider getting that testosterone cream that seems a popular ad from the pharma gang in their unending effort to scare the crap out of us listing side effects.  Here is a guy that didn’t know what a cooler was who was annoyed with his play.   Against someone I know less well, Greedy Bastard might work its way into the conversation.  Yet, who hasn’t had success and the same feeling?

Well, the end game stuff in the lead in to the 9 beat at me like a Boston force of nature.  It is the reason we tolerate the limp member play, the horrid overplays,  the two outers that hit and all the rest of the garbage that makes up tournament play.   You do it to get to where the last two tables were — pissy blinds and all.

It where you can open up and do things with sexy names like Post Oak Bluff.  We become inventive.  Colors grow brighter.  It is a rush like few other.  God bless that final gear change.   It a reason to do all the ugly, fish filled crap that makes it possible.

I don’t like profane.  It should be confined to locker rooms and late night imbibing.  But I’ll make an exception here.  Fuck you Senator Kyl and all the politically correct politicians that are screwing up the nation.  You’ve taken away a part of my life that gave me a great deal of gratification.  I’ve never been a gambler like you think I am.  Yet poker gave me something that added meaning to living.  It provided fun that exercised my mind and fun is a commodity that seems in short supply in this brave new world.

Yup, call it perspective, gear change, whatever.   It pointed out a need that many of us grabbed via poker.  It is the antithesis of the nation’s direction.  It is about the risk:reward that grew our country.  Yeah, it made some rich like those in the November Nine.  Is that bad?  Is success  and wealth a punishable offense?  Should we pay the fish from our pockets so they don’t feel bad?  That isn’t poker and that isn’t the nation I was lucky to be born into.


I was looking at a book I thought I’d buy.  It was Brokaw’s book and I hopped on Amazon.  Instead of an order it raised ire. Why?

Kindle 12.99  Paperback 10,99  Hardcover 21.12  and the book is remaindered and available from outside sources for 3.93+shipping.   That is stupid enough.  It is a textbook example of screwing with the consumer.  I was involved in that all my business life.  But never so obvious.

If you go to this page and click on the three choices you will see the prices listed above change.  You will see the used list grow/shrink/change.   Amazon books are a database.  If that is happening it is intentional.  Throw in what the Media Giants have  gotten in legislation and abusive laws to ram all this down our throats and you see the reason normally honest folks pirate.


You can avoid some of this if you reside in a progressive library district.   There is a site that will show you how to read e-books like you check out actual books.  It will let you search for a library in your area.  It will let you find out if the title is available.  You put yourself on the list and download the book which will remove itself from your reader to return it to the library stacks.  Like we say at poker, “Play smart!”


  1. October 26th, 2012 at 09:43 | #1

    You “bonded with Waffles” and quoted The Princess: “Play smart?” What are they putting in that Hoosier water? Better get someone to smack you in the head (I volunteer) before you start singing Kumbaya and joining TBC in the search for the beatable VBJ machine.

  2. October 26th, 2012 at 10:30 | #2

    Well, Waffles is now an ad for DuPont — Better Living through Chemistry!

    Josie?  Well I maintain hope she’ll start taking her own advice.  Nahh, maybe it is those odd hormones?  Would Waffles willingly share his new chems?  Faint hope but still some hope.

    Only a question remains:  VBJ?  Virtual Bonga Juice?  Hopefully, nothing to do with -EV appliances. 


  3. October 26th, 2012 at 12:41 | #3

    Amazon charging more  reminds me of the fable about killing the golden goose. They have a good thing going so why screw it up?

  4. October 26th, 2012 at 13:17 | #4

    I edited your post for you. Phone keyboards drive one batty. How do these young whippersnappers enter stuff at light speed?

  5. October 26th, 2012 at 21:02 | #5

    Thanks. I’m back at my laptop. For some reason it told me it couldn’t be posted. Stupid phones.

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