Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Dealing poker sucks and so does this new blog.

I created this blog today pretty much so that I would write ever day about something or other and so if I wasn't writing a story of some kind there would still be words put to paper.  If there goes a long period of time where there aren't new posts on this site, let's hope that it means that I have been able to focus my attention on worthy writing rather than useless blogging.

I deal poker for a living and I hate every second of it.  Well, that's not entirely true now is it?  If I hated every second of it I wouldn't be doing it.  I just hate most seconds of it.  Now I try not to be a negative person, I try to keep my head above water and not bitch and moan too much about my circumstances, but you know what, if I can make it doing something else that I like doing I am going to try my hardest. I am never really that miserable when I am pitching cards, I would just rather be writing.

I am very good at becoming completely obsessed with something, until it doesn't work out for me, which can be a very long time if not forever, and I have devoted myself to learning the craft of writing.  I am not editing any of this blog, so you are getting unfiltered writings without any sort of editing.  That being said, I don't care if things are mispelled or if my grammar is correct or any of that business, so if you happen upon this and you actually read it, sorry about how bad it is.

And with absolutely no transition back to poker and dealing poker, I wanted to say that the characters that one meets around a poker table are enough to fill 100 books.  The one good thing about dealing poker is you get to hear people interacting with each other all the time and you get a feel for dialogue.  You hear stories about all kinds of different things but mostly bad beats, you hear jokes, but good and bad, and you hear more than anything else the shuffling of chips.

The funny thing about poker is that you really get the idea in your head that every single person sitting around you thinks that they are the protagonist.  They all think that they should be winning and that it's the dealers fault that they are losing.  They are the hero of the story and the dealer is the antagonist that is dealing them cards that make it impossible for them to come out a head.  It's funny how when a player is winning that they don't have that same outlook.  There is no conflict, so there is no antagonist, it is almost like they pray for a run a bad luck so that their story can be a little interesting.

"I sat here all day long and you didn't deal me a single hand and then I pick up Aces and I lose to runner runner two pair.  You're a terrible dealer."

And your life is now a little more interesting and isn't that why you play this game anyway?  What if your Aces held up and you hit a few big hands throughout the day and you were up?  How interesting would you be then?

"I sat here all day and I caught my fair share of hands and then I picked up Aces and they held up.  You are such a good dealer."

The day someone tells me that when I am dealing cards is the day I change my mind about how much dealing sucks and I am happy about pitching my life away one card at a time.

Until Tomorrow,

ZHM






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