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marcoslopezbl
Enthusiast
Silver Level
I've played poker for as long as I can remember.
From the home gatherings in my early teens to sneaking inside the local casino before I was 18. From the early days of virtual poker rooms to the mind-blowing reality that online poker has become.
All along, the tantalizing dream of earning our living by virtue of our superior poker skills kept us moving forward. We grew up believing we had a serious shot at building a decent bankroll, and someday taking the big leap to the world stage.
Like all hard truths in life, this one hit hard. Santa Claus doesn't exist, no one is THAT great in bed and you're probably not making it to the WSOP this year.
Or ever.
Still. We keep grinding. And, even though I'm sure that some players are still awaiting that blinding strike of luck that will catapult them out of oblivion, most of us have found a comfortable space in our daily tables.
So, what is it that keeps us glued to our seats for days on end? Is it the thrill of peeking at pocket rockets? Is it the satisfaction of winning a huge pot? The relief of recovering your foothold after a series of bad beats?
Sting once wrote that we "deal the cards to find the answer, the sacred geometry of chance" and although some of you might disagree with the concept, he got one idea right.
It's not about the money.
From the home gatherings in my early teens to sneaking inside the local casino before I was 18. From the early days of virtual poker rooms to the mind-blowing reality that online poker has become.
All along, the tantalizing dream of earning our living by virtue of our superior poker skills kept us moving forward. We grew up believing we had a serious shot at building a decent bankroll, and someday taking the big leap to the world stage.
Like all hard truths in life, this one hit hard. Santa Claus doesn't exist, no one is THAT great in bed and you're probably not making it to the WSOP this year.
Or ever.
Still. We keep grinding. And, even though I'm sure that some players are still awaiting that blinding strike of luck that will catapult them out of oblivion, most of us have found a comfortable space in our daily tables.
So, what is it that keeps us glued to our seats for days on end? Is it the thrill of peeking at pocket rockets? Is it the satisfaction of winning a huge pot? The relief of recovering your foothold after a series of bad beats?
Sting once wrote that we "deal the cards to find the answer, the sacred geometry of chance" and although some of you might disagree with the concept, he got one idea right.
It's not about the money.