Spent a few days in Vegas last week at the CTIA conference, and one of the things that struck me was the extreme misery of poker players.
While waiting in a snaking line to pick up tickets for a show at Bellagio, I spent 15 minutes peering into the casino’s Poker Room, where a sizable tournament was taking place. Now while I’m not much of a gambler, I do understand the need for a “Poker Face”…but when you see 'em en masse, the result is staggering, and quite hysterical. Imagine playing cards on death row…without the camaraderie.
You gotta figure, in the tradition of Pow! Tactic #5 (“Look In The Rear-View Mirror”) and doing things backward, that there’s an opportunity for the next great Poker champ to swing things around and be uber-expressive; so much so that in the unabashed over-the-topness, he or she accomplishes the same objective of not letting opponents know what cards are being held. (If the fashion world can have Beth Ditto, why can't the poker world have a Johnny Wildman?
Imagine the fun of televised Poker tournaments—now a cross between a funeral, a statistics class and a gunfight at OK Corral—if one of the players grimaced, made goofy faces, laughed, snorted, gestured and generally just lit up the room.
He or she may not live long, but the sight would most definitely be an entertaining one…for as little as it lasts.