Happiness is a new wallet
Just give me something, something I can use
It's interesting when people lose
They love dirty laundry
DALLAS -- Greetings from the airport that I call the City of Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport, because it's just so darn huge.
My free (miles-paid) ticket is on American, so my Las Vegas flight is through the airline's massive hub.
But whatever. It's a great thing to fly away from Atlanta, where I had to field questions from many, mostly well-meaning, fellow colleagues who are reporters.
It's interesting to be on the other side, that of the interviewee. At our best, you see curiosity and fascination coupled with humanity. But at the hands of some, being interviewed was a greasy, "dirty little fingers in everybody's pie" (as Don Henley calls it) experience.
I bristled at being questioned just for gossip's sake. I'm a reporter, too, and because of months of poker play I more than likely can read you better than you think. Hearing incorrect and stupid rumors made me angry, one being that I could not drive my car because I lost my car keys. Does anyone not own a spare set of car keys?
It made me think of how article subjects feel when something's wrong in the paper --how can you, the reporter, not get it right? Your credibility is everything, even when you turn off the computer and walk away for the night.
It was a good experience, something to keep in mind, as we routinely have to insert ourselves in the most delicate of moments, talking to the father of a slain solider, the widow of a murder victim.
My friends I cannot thank enough, as they did what I would do in the same situation, offer kindness as a value bet for the future. I told many friends about the ordeal, which I still think was just an inherent risk of the business of live poker. Even those friends I didn't immediately tell, I hope you know that I eventually will talk about it, if you still want to know, later on. It's really no big deal, though.
But to those who I didn't want to tell, or didn't tell, there's a reason for that, the same reason why we don't hang out or don't chat on a regular basis. If you were well meaning, then I appreciated your inquiry. Otherwise, chalk it up to the Relationship to be Named Later. The day after a fire is no time to try to cultivate the Fire Marshal.
In other news, I'm 3-tabling right now on Eurobet, the first poker I've played in two days. It's good. I'm back in the saddle. Making money is a good way to recover.
At Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport, I picked up a new wallet. It made me extremely happy. All of my cards and cash were all over the place. It was nice to finally have a wallet again.