12 April 2012
I have recently been talking to a new friend of mine about the game of poker. It made me think about why the game interest me so much, why I adore it. In the end I've come to the conclusion that I love the feel of sitting at the table, the fact that I can be surrounded by people and noise but still feel like I'm in complete silence. A constant state of calm if you will. I love watching the other players, fiddling with rings or poker chips I love finding out what makes them tick and when they're bluffing. Seeing them sweat and panic every time someone raises the pot, I love the rush and the excitement. The feeling that any hand could end my night but mainly...I love winning.
Confessions Of A Mad Man #2 • Opuss № I