A couple of folks have been having an anniversary of sorts, which has naturally lead to some reflection of their respective past years. Poker Perspectives will be celebrating its first come November, and I suspect I'll be following suit with my own reflections as well. But for the moment, I'm kind of weary of my own reflections. I've been doing so much reflection in the past week or so I'm going to have seven years bad luck if I should break a leg or something.
I haven't been playing as much poker - I slowed down due to a massive tilt which did some serious damage to my bankroll and I suffered from an extremely bad attitude for several days. The attitude wasn't so much poker related as it was "life-other-than-poker" related, but the tilt didn't help. So, I've been reading blogs and absorbing more of my comrades thrills of victory and agonies of defeat.
Reading the blogs has also underscored the generational gap which, I'm sad to say, creeps up on me and reminds me how not thirty-something I am anymore. It's akin to the moment I realized I'd moved out of one era of my life into another one, only someone forgot to send me the memo. I was standing in a crowded bar, listening to a kick-ass band, getting ready to get out on the floor and dance, dance, dance, after a couple of shots of Cuervo Gold. I spied a couple of acquaintances out of the corner of my eye and thought "What the hell are they doing here? They look so out of place and uncool..." Then I realized, I was the same age as they were. Truth be told, I was older.
That ice cold splash of reality brought me up short and I realized that it was time for me to move from adulthood to maturehood and to remove myself from the bar scene before someone said "Ma'am, are you somebody's mom?" - albeit kicking and screaming I did go (with a couple of Cuervo shots on the side). My point in sharing this tale is that my fellow bloggers share a unique bond not only through the game of poker, but a generational one as well. You speak the same language and share the same memories. But... while I may not be able to be a part of the camaraderie at that level, there is much that I do share experientially.
This game of poker is unique in its ability to bring together a patchwork of people creating a crazy quilt full of color and pattern stitched together by a thread of tourney wins, bad beats, and big hands. I have grown quite "maternal" about some of you out there - those of you with new families, those of you struggling with life's intrusions, those of you who've written from heart's core and brought me to tears with what you've shared.
Aw, jeez, this wasn't where I intended to go with this, and here I am in an emotional pool. I gotta remember to take my hormones. This happens every time I forget a day or two.
Enny way - where was I? Sigh. I dunno.
Poker. I don't even know her. Thursday's tournament - here's where to go for the details. We'll have a special guest (who's book I 'reviewed' here), and I'm looking forward to that. Wil is someone else I feel I've gotten to know through his writing. He's someone I'd love to shoot the shit with sometime because he's one of those who get's it. Back to the tournament - I have a bounty. First you have to do something right now. Iggy pointed this out to me and I think it is hilarious. OK. Go to Google and type in "Poker and porn" (if you had Mozilla Firebird for your browser you could just open up another tab and type it in the box in the upper right-hand corner....). Go ahead. I'll wait. J'do it? Isn't that hilarious? I don't know what that says about me, but I'm wondering about Iggy's surfing habits...
OK. Bounty. In honor of that particular "Google", the person who knocks me out will receive their very own Disney's Pixar Finding
Nemo 'Dory' Squeeze Light. What, were you hoping for some porn? You'll have
to add that ingredient yourself........... See you Thursday!
