Seriously, unless you are a serious player or a student of the game, what a slow, boring, experience. Airing every hand might make for an interesting study, but for the casual observer it's more akin to watching paint dry.
I doubt the final table episodes did anything to bring new players into the game similar to the way the coverage from 2004 or 2005 did. At the same time, I'm not sure coverage such as that of the past would do much to bring in new players either, at least not without the huge online poker presence where new players could get hooked in the privacy of their own home.
Regardless, it seems the times when I might watch hours upon hours of poker coverage on TV are long past.
I sneezed. "Bless you," she said. " Holding up a hand indicating for her to stop, I sneezed again. "Bless you," she said.
"Stop," I said. "There are a dozen..."- another sneeze interrupted me from continuing - "...more to come." I sneezed again. "Just stop saying it," I gasped before yet another sneeze brought me more discomfort.
This time around, I counted ten before I managed to be able to breathe again. Not a record, I thought to myself, as if sneezing nineteen times straight (my personal record, as it were) might be something to try and best. Frankly, I'd prefer the sneezing to stop altogether.
Stoopid allergies! A visit to the allergist weeks ago left me hope I might survive the upcoming allergy season, but that hope dwindles with every passing day. As I mentioned nearly a month ago, the serums that might finally give me relief are on backorder...still.
It seems every time I start to get back into some type of regular exercise regimen, something gets in the way. Getting old sucks.
This time around, I seem to have developed some type of metatarsal related injury. Instead of running/hiking on a regular basis, I'm left to pop ibuprofen and ice the ball of my foot twice a day.
In some cruel form of irony, I sit here with my foot elevated and throbbing. It hurts when I take all the pressure off - sitting, laying on the couch, what have you. It hurts when I stand on it - makes sense. The ironic part? The only time it doesn't hurt is when I walk. The reason I find this ironic? The walking is the action that further exacerbates the injury, but it's the only time the foot doesn't hurt. Go figure.
I've decided that this year I plan to do a 3-day backpack trip at least once a month. I love the fact I lucked into a 4-day work week! I'm taking suggestions for destinations. I'd prefer a 7-hour or less drive from Vegas but I'll consider something longer.