For pooping at work, Iggy is the 2nd best

Below is a snippet from the latest Guinness-fueled uber-post. If you like poker at all, get bored at work, and don't know about Iggy, check him out. Click that link, print out the last few uberposts on the company printer, and your next workdump will last an hour.

My favorite workdump reading material:
#1 Bill Simmons, aka the Sports Guy
#2 Iggy, aka the Blog-father
#3 Fantasy football articles/rankings
#4 Mark Cuban's blog
#5 The Wall Street Journal that someone used to always leave in the handicap stall
#6 Fantasy basketbal articles/rankings
#7 H-Double's poker blog (only this low because his output has been infrequent)

I dread the thought of getting a job any time soon, but if I do, at least I'll look forward to the workdumps.

Poker is freaking hard.

Mastery of poker (hah!) requires the perfect simultaneous alignment of so many human and table-centric and meteorlogical mental variables as to overburden the average mind and drive it into the refuge of mysticism in its search for an ordering power. What if skill is a delusion? What if poker is a random and chaotic universe ruled by the forces of pure chance??

Every poker player who ever did everything by the book only to watch his pocket aces cracked on the river for the tenth time in a row has at least flirted with the idea. Not even the grizzled veteran or the advanced student of the game, in a bad run, can ever entirely overcome the sneaking suspicion that what it really comes down to is luck.

I was talking to a good friend, an avid golfer, about this concept today. And he showed me how golf is similar - the very "stickiness" of it - it's challenging to the point that you can never solve it. And usually, the enemy is yourself.

Because of this, poker, like the game of golf, hooks the susceptible and the desperate with the seductive promise of coming up a winner against all odds via nothing more than the auspices of Lady Fortune. And thus, like gambling, golf becomes addictive. Just one more round. I can feel it.

Today's the day luck rides in my cart. Today's the day that higher power makes me destiny's tot, guides me thru the shadow of the valley of incompetence on a giddy roll of clean fairway drives, miracle putts and group one hands.

Well, it didn't work today. Maybe tomorrow. I'll just keep playing until it does. Gawdamnit, it's only a matter of a few inches here, a few folds there and a tad more topspin on my approach. Can't stop now - sooo tantalizingly close I can taste it!

It's maddening sometimes, isn't it?

- from http://guinnessandpoker.blogspot.com/