Poker and lost men is our topic for our 103rd installment of the MOLON LABE Male Defender podcast. I have spent a lot of time playing poker since 2004 and have noticed that it’s kind of an exile land for men that are burned out on the workplace.
It’s a “safe space” for men who feel far more comfortable with hostility, competition, randomicity, variance, and uncertainty than they are the Human Resources department of a prospective employer. PC is dead in small stakes poker, and I, for one, am a man who is glad to be in that environment.
I still enjoy the game but wish I played in a setting in which people weren’t miserable and broke. My local casino would not be confused for a pleasure dome for panjandrums. Seeing the suffering of the slots and pit players sobers me. It takes away any good time vibe I have about being in a casino.
Yet I still go and (often) I love to play poker. I have told people who listen to the inferno that I have a “talent” for the game. Yet as I mention in this podcast “my talent” hasn’t done me much good for the last 8 weeks. I won/lost, won and lost, lost and won in a seeming circle which, frankly…is poker. That’s what the game is. Take out the luck and then no one plays it at all because it becomes chess. Certainly, there is not a guy alive which thinks he can make a living out of beating a grand master. Without luck and variance, poker would be dead. I’m glad it’s not. I still go yet I have known scores of these lost men.