There’s clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right.
Here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you.
— Stealers Wheel (1972)
The 2015 World Series of Poker hasn’t even begun yet, and already I’ve been hit up for money in the hallway.
Seriously — what the fuck?
The world’s biggest poker event doesn’t begin until Wednesday at 11 am, but the panhandlers and parasites are apparently already patrolling the corridors of the Rio like it’s the gold rush, targeting the saps and suckers.
Earlier today, I was coming out of a meeting when I heard my name yelled from about 30 feet away. That happens to me frequently and usually, it’s either a loyal reader of someone I know in poker. Occasionally, it’s my annoying bookie who wants his money, in which case I pretend not to hear him and hastily scuffle off in the other direction. This particular face looked vaguely familiar to me, but I couldn’t place it exactly.
I don’t usually care much for engaging small talk, but since I was walking in the same general direction, we engaged in pleasant conversation for a wee bit until I came to a big glass exit door heading out towards the parking lot.Read More