Friday, August 31, 2007

When getting busted has a whole new meaning

It was a good poker week for Banky and the tart. I moneyed at Woody’s (3rd) and Banky won the Thursday league game last night. I fucking bubbled last night, which is worse than chumping. I hate the effing bubble. But c’est la vie! At least one of us brought home the bacon last night.

The big buzz around my little poker world, however, has to be the recent string of underground cardroom busts.

The part that bothers me about the busts is that in another article, a police officer was quoted saying something about the players being there “for their fix”. This is just such an inflammatory and ignorant thing to say. Not everyone who plays poker is a gambling addict. I have several friends who play in the clubs, and I certainly wouldn’t categorize them as going there to get a ‘fix’. They go because it’s a fun night out, and they are tired of taking money off each other at the same weekly homegames.

I wish my favourite hobby didn’t have such a seedy image.

I’m an enthusiast, dammit, not an addict.

1 comment:

BamBam said...

Excellent point P.T.! Seedy can be the exact right word at times.

Did you manage to read G-Robs
"Some thoughts on mortal danger" from his post on the 29th.?

He has a very unique way to say that despite the change in habits, games or hobbies, history just keeps on repeating itself.

If you didn't catch it, you can find it here.

Have a great loooooooooong weekend !