Post by Jack Ryan on Apr 5, 2008 8:41:01 GMT -6
No, you don't want him to fold.. not now.. when you've got the goods.
Your mind is racing. One card remains in this hand. And he'll either hang himself. Or you'll become the decisive favorite when he folds. No words can be said to describe your elation. You can already see that prize money lined along the table before you. Jaime Gold won 12 million in 2006. The highest prize to date. This is not promising to be as much, but more than you need to quit your crappy day job, move out of your parents basement, and become a poker professional. A name as seen on High Stakes Poker, the WSOP and even that fledgling tv show Poker after Dark. You're having trouble keeping your face on straight and your voice in check as the dealer taps the table twice, burns another card.. and.. but wait.. the dealer accidentally flashed the burn card.. The Ten of Spades! The one card that could beat you has automatically hit the muck. You don't think your opponent saw it, his eyes are intent on the river spot where he hopes that ten will come up. But you know better. The River card is turned.
7 - C
The seven of clubs. Another blank for you. You watch him as he watches you, he's trying to read you, to see if he could steal this pot with an all in bet. You try your best to fake weakness on your face. Shifting eyes, playing nervously with chips the whole package. He looks down at his chip count, checks his hand, and pushes all his chips in.
I'm all in.
No point in playing coy now, he said it, it's binding every chip he has is in this pot. The official comes over, counts each chip stack and announces he has a single hundred dollar chip more than you. So, when you when this hand, he'll have a chance, but not a realistic one. Once that's over, you can't say it fast enough.
Call!
All the chips are in. You turn over the bad news, showing your Aces full. You expect him to muck his hand in disgust as the dealer slides most of the chips your way. Instead he smiles, turning over his cards.
J - H, J - D
The bastard flopped quad Jacks. The dealer announces it cheerfully as the officials gather at the table to celebrate this years World Series Main Event Champion. They bring it all over, the suicase full of money, the bracelet, everything you want. He stands up, turns to you and sticks his hand out.
Good game, sir.
You want to vomit. You look up at him, hating every inch of him, from his stupid Miami Dolphins hat.. to the Jack tattoos on his arms.
Scene: Independance Hall. Philadelphia, PA
Saturday, April 5, 2008
America. Land of the Free. Land of a thousand Opportunities. Lies, all of it..
(We fade in on "Jack" standing outside the aforementioned building, staring at it as if it held some dark secret. He wears slacks and a collared shirt, his hat has somehow gone MIA. Alexis is behind him, busily inputting things into her PDA, dressed in a smart midnight blue suit, one which covers her "attributes" from lecherous cameramen.)
It's so secret that this country puts on a holier appearance than it actually is. We spend hours discussing how this country gives opportunities to people of foreign lands, then whine about immigration. First Cuba, now Mexico. We ignore the fact these people come from places where simple things are hard to come by. Things we take for granted in our everyday lives, they live without. We broadcast this message of freedom and opportunity, then they try to take it and we cry foul play. There's a reason the phrase about having cake and not eating it was coined. I shouldn't be telling you anything you don't already know. Nothing you haven't seen or experienced a thousand times over. Right here, inside this building. Many documents were crafted, documents with dreams of freedom from mindless oppression. Freedom to have opportunities where it was previously denied. We, as a whole, have forsaken that. I don't care if you're not listening, or if you don't agree, this needs to be said. We cannot live up to the ideals of those before us unless we change the way we think. No cause is lost as long as someone is willing to fight for it.
Hate to interrupt your rhetoric Sir, but Xavier Williams did cut a promo this week. I left a tape of it on your desk.
I saw it. And that's why we're here..
Odd place to come for a response.. if you don't mind me saying so, Sir.
There's nothing to respond to. He's absolutely right. Words move people. Revolutions come and go, but in the end, time will tell if it worked or not. He mentioned Dr. King at length, and that is a great example. His words had a powerful effect on people, inspiring them to seek what they deserved without recourse for the consequences. But in the end how far has it really gone? Is everyone free and equal? No. Old men with the old time mentality who run businesses won't give jobs to qualified applicants because of their skin color. In fact we've gone past that. People who have tattoos and piercings suffer the same type of discrimination. It's not nearly as horrible, but it's still there, and it would be foolish to pretend otherwise.
I hate to rush you, but the plane leaves in a half hour. So what you're saying is you're pleading to join the AotR?
Not at all..
Sounds like it. Why not?
Because they're wrong. It's all well and good to try and take down the evil corporate entity. But they're doing it the wrong way. You need a foothold in the door before you can even attempt it, and trust me, the World title is nowhere near close. But I'll let them figure that out for themselves. As for Reckoning and Wilson, those two jokers seem to know when they're beat, that's why they've stayed silent. I can only imagine this coming down to Xavier and myself, whether he knows me or not. I didn't get put in here on a whim, you'd do better to understand that. Now if you'll excuse us, I need to catch my plane for Texas.
(Fade out.)
Your mind is racing. One card remains in this hand. And he'll either hang himself. Or you'll become the decisive favorite when he folds. No words can be said to describe your elation. You can already see that prize money lined along the table before you. Jaime Gold won 12 million in 2006. The highest prize to date. This is not promising to be as much, but more than you need to quit your crappy day job, move out of your parents basement, and become a poker professional. A name as seen on High Stakes Poker, the WSOP and even that fledgling tv show Poker after Dark. You're having trouble keeping your face on straight and your voice in check as the dealer taps the table twice, burns another card.. and.. but wait.. the dealer accidentally flashed the burn card.. The Ten of Spades! The one card that could beat you has automatically hit the muck. You don't think your opponent saw it, his eyes are intent on the river spot where he hopes that ten will come up. But you know better. The River card is turned.
7 - C
The seven of clubs. Another blank for you. You watch him as he watches you, he's trying to read you, to see if he could steal this pot with an all in bet. You try your best to fake weakness on your face. Shifting eyes, playing nervously with chips the whole package. He looks down at his chip count, checks his hand, and pushes all his chips in.
I'm all in.
No point in playing coy now, he said it, it's binding every chip he has is in this pot. The official comes over, counts each chip stack and announces he has a single hundred dollar chip more than you. So, when you when this hand, he'll have a chance, but not a realistic one. Once that's over, you can't say it fast enough.
Call!
All the chips are in. You turn over the bad news, showing your Aces full. You expect him to muck his hand in disgust as the dealer slides most of the chips your way. Instead he smiles, turning over his cards.
J - H, J - D
The bastard flopped quad Jacks. The dealer announces it cheerfully as the officials gather at the table to celebrate this years World Series Main Event Champion. They bring it all over, the suicase full of money, the bracelet, everything you want. He stands up, turns to you and sticks his hand out.
Good game, sir.
You want to vomit. You look up at him, hating every inch of him, from his stupid Miami Dolphins hat.. to the Jack tattoos on his arms.
Scene: Independance Hall. Philadelphia, PA
Saturday, April 5, 2008
America. Land of the Free. Land of a thousand Opportunities. Lies, all of it..
(We fade in on "Jack" standing outside the aforementioned building, staring at it as if it held some dark secret. He wears slacks and a collared shirt, his hat has somehow gone MIA. Alexis is behind him, busily inputting things into her PDA, dressed in a smart midnight blue suit, one which covers her "attributes" from lecherous cameramen.)
It's so secret that this country puts on a holier appearance than it actually is. We spend hours discussing how this country gives opportunities to people of foreign lands, then whine about immigration. First Cuba, now Mexico. We ignore the fact these people come from places where simple things are hard to come by. Things we take for granted in our everyday lives, they live without. We broadcast this message of freedom and opportunity, then they try to take it and we cry foul play. There's a reason the phrase about having cake and not eating it was coined. I shouldn't be telling you anything you don't already know. Nothing you haven't seen or experienced a thousand times over. Right here, inside this building. Many documents were crafted, documents with dreams of freedom from mindless oppression. Freedom to have opportunities where it was previously denied. We, as a whole, have forsaken that. I don't care if you're not listening, or if you don't agree, this needs to be said. We cannot live up to the ideals of those before us unless we change the way we think. No cause is lost as long as someone is willing to fight for it.
Hate to interrupt your rhetoric Sir, but Xavier Williams did cut a promo this week. I left a tape of it on your desk.
I saw it. And that's why we're here..
Odd place to come for a response.. if you don't mind me saying so, Sir.
There's nothing to respond to. He's absolutely right. Words move people. Revolutions come and go, but in the end, time will tell if it worked or not. He mentioned Dr. King at length, and that is a great example. His words had a powerful effect on people, inspiring them to seek what they deserved without recourse for the consequences. But in the end how far has it really gone? Is everyone free and equal? No. Old men with the old time mentality who run businesses won't give jobs to qualified applicants because of their skin color. In fact we've gone past that. People who have tattoos and piercings suffer the same type of discrimination. It's not nearly as horrible, but it's still there, and it would be foolish to pretend otherwise.
I hate to rush you, but the plane leaves in a half hour. So what you're saying is you're pleading to join the AotR?
Not at all..
Sounds like it. Why not?
Because they're wrong. It's all well and good to try and take down the evil corporate entity. But they're doing it the wrong way. You need a foothold in the door before you can even attempt it, and trust me, the World title is nowhere near close. But I'll let them figure that out for themselves. As for Reckoning and Wilson, those two jokers seem to know when they're beat, that's why they've stayed silent. I can only imagine this coming down to Xavier and myself, whether he knows me or not. I didn't get put in here on a whim, you'd do better to understand that. Now if you'll excuse us, I need to catch my plane for Texas.
(Fade out.)