Hillary: Hu was at the White House dinner last night.
Bill: Who was?
Bill: You are the one working for the little darky’s administration, why are you asking me?
Hillary: I’m not asking you. Hu was at the White House dinner. We had lobster, steak and $200 bottles of wine. Er, I mean they did. I was off in Bumfuckistan seeing some two bit dictator.
Bill: I didn’t ask what they served there, I asked WHO was there.
Hillary: And I told you who was there! Hu was there.
Bill: Ahhhh [sounds of gurgling and giggling in the background]. Ah, Hill, I gotta call you back. Something has come up.
John Doe at the MGM
It is most definitely a game of skill. In order to illustrate, I’m going to have to seem as though I am bragging, but I am not. I regularly play in a small tournament at The Sahara at 7:00 pm. Total buy in with add on is $65.00. Total entrants average from 85 to over a 100. Due to a variety of reasons, the last 4-5 players usually “chop” the prize money instead of playing it all the way down to a winner. I’ve “chopped” (won $450+) in 4 of the last 5 tournaments there.
The Weapons of Mass Destruction
If each person had an equal chance, then statistically I should have a 1 in 100 (or however many entered the tourney on that particular day) 0f winning, or to factor in a chop, a 4 or 5 in 100 chance of chopping. That is a far cry from having a 50% chance of winning. But imagine flipping a coin with somebody for $65 each time and winning 4 out of 5. Some might suspect a doctored coin, but few would panic if they lost 4 of 5, realizing that eventually the aberrant streak would return to the norm of 50-50. There is simply no skill in flipping a coin (although I ALWAYS call “heads” when given the choice. ;) )
Some diehard skeptics might be thinking that my recent streak is just a statistical aberration and that it means that soon I will be on an inordinately long losing streak if I keep it up. But you naysayers would BE WRONG. DEAD FUCKINGWRONG! Hold ’em is like surfing, when you get in the groove (or the slot, or whatever surfer dudes call it), you are golden. And it is like a basketball player who gets in “the zone.” Every shot they throw up is golden. Swish, swish, swish. Heck, even bowlers get in “the zone.” I did once. I was a 110 average bowler and one game bolled a 220. Every shot was strike, strike, strike.
Right now, at the Sahara, I’m in the zone. It really is no big deal in the grand scheme of things. The meager prize money merely pays some of the bills, for now. But it also confirms that 1) hold ’em takes skill, and 2) John Doe has that skill, at least among the other little fish in the very small pond that is The Sahara. (I know this stupid post is opening me up for bad karma–I’ll probably not win there again for six months. But that won’t change my opinions.)