I can’t get there from here

I know I do my best random, disjointed, fragmented, nonsensical writing when I’m half tanked but I’m basically on the wagon. What’s one to do? Drink wine and love every second of it – eat – practice sloth – gain 900 pounds – write all that wonderful stuff that only matters to me – and then try to be svelte and graceful as I move through my daily life? Why can’t I be 35 for the rest of my life? No excess body fat, no wrinkles or cellulite, no sagging skin, and never believing I would age or have to face that fact that life really is painful. It is.

Poker puts me in a place that makes me look at people. I feel their emotion at times. It isn’t a lot of fun. The good thing about poker is that it allows all age groups to mingle and experience each other’s existence. The sad thing about it is that you watch people age…struggle to hang onto being…one in particular has me feeling extremely empathetic for him as his life disappears and he has no control over any of it. It’s hard to watch the degeneration as he makes the daily journey in on swing shift to take a seat in the $15-30 game.

Yes…I’m melancholy. Perhaps I’m just in a slump because I can’t start my new life yet. I’m hanging in the air; waiting for something to happen so can I make the big switch. It feels like I’m a 1,000 miles into nowhere and I lost the map. I have no forward gear or goal and reverse is totally out of the question..

I’ve managed to spend more time in the player’s seat and taking E/O’s than I should have. To play and play well, one has to have the time and energy/motivation to pay attention and work at the game. Playing on the clock isn’t the proper way to do it – for me anyway. I’ve doinked around in $4-8 when someone came in to play poker with me and really just try to hang onto any chips I can because the game is so unbelievably hard to beat. The $15-30 has shown me that I need to really change a few things in my play and one of them is playing on the clock. The other things I really don’t want to share. I’m going back to dealing. That’s one option I have over people who play for a living…they play through it. I walk away for awhile.

Everything is in a complete mess with my summer plans. The WSOP starts at a different time this year and Bellagio is stressing the fact that we (none of us) are allowed vacation or LOA during June, July, and the first two weeks in August. The WSOP is expanding to a whopping big six weeks. Everyone should be ready for suicide by the time it is over – players and poker room staff in all the rooms in town. And Bellagio’s hosting a tournament that lasts for two weeks – The Bellagio Cup II. It begins on July 24th and ends on August 10th.

And my road map out of nowhere has no beginning or end. Oh drear…what shall I do? Perhaps I need to go back to drinking, life seems much simpler then. Probably not! I think I’ll just request a LOA and see what happens and plant my butt in the dealer’s box until I get hit in the head with a plan.

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About Linda R. Geenen

The easiest way to begin is to start at the beginning. But where is that? At what point does one suddenly decide they are going to spend the rest of their life involved in the intricate art of the dance? What is the art of the dance? A game about people - played with a deck of cards. Poker! I stepped into the poker world in 1980 in Missoula, Montana. I didn't know anything about poker, couldn't tell you what the difference was between a bet and raise, or if a straight beat a flush. I had three boys to feed, needed a job and a dealing spot was open in one of the local bars. I played my first hand of poker in a 5 Card Stud game (with the help of one of my bosses) and that was it! I was hooked. I lived, breathed, slept, dreamed, ate, and talked poker. I eventually ran my own games (licensed by the County) in several different bars in Missoula, and at one point, managed the games in the bar where I started my first dealing job. In 1987 I traveled from Montana to Nevada to deal major poker tournaments, returning to Montana at the end of each one. In 1989, I opened The Mirage – along with 6,400 other people. In 1993, I moved to Gulfport, Mississippi, and opened Grand Casinos Poker Room, returning a year later to Las Vegas and The Mirage. In 1998 I opened Bellagio - along with over 9,000 other employees. In 2003, I dealt the final table of the Aruba Ultimate Bet Poker Classic event. Hey…I’m on TV! I had the privilege of being chosen as the dealer in the Howard Lederer videos that have been released on No Limit Holdem. I play poker on a regular basis and I deal to every name brand player that is still above ground and breathing air, the elite, the freaks, the ne’er do wells, the rich, the poor, the illiterate, the educated, the beautiful, the ugly, the superstitious, the rational, the sane, and the insane. Perhaps I am the one that is insane but if I am, I fit right into the game plan. Five nights a week I walk into the greatest, social melting pot known to mankind. I no longer dream about it but the art of the dance is prevalent in everything I do - see you there!
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