The Urge to Play
I felt lucky and the thought of traveling to a distant casino excited me. I felt the anticipation grow as I got closer and closer. After driving over forty miles, I had finally arrived. As I got out of my vehicle, I grabbed my purse and my favorite card protector. I walked through the many cars in the vast parking lot to get to the entrance of the casino. As I entered the large double doors, I heard the familiar sound of loud bells and dinging slot machines. I looked around at the different people playing those machines. Some looked sullen and some excited.
I passed through the many machines and headed toward my favorite destination, the poker room. As I stepped onto the escalator to go up to the second floor, I could feel a nervous excitement stir throughout my body. I reached the upper level and turned right to head toward poker room itself. I could already hear the low murmur of people talking and the sounds of poker chips being shuffled. The carpet path under my feet felt thick and plush. I followed the path to the automatic double doors. As I approached the doors, they opened up as if to invite me in. When I walked through the threshold, the murmur of voices and chips being shuffled intensified and filled my ears.
I went straight to the floor man and gave my name to be put on a list for my favorite game, which is “no-limit” Texas hold-em poker. The table I enjoy the most is considered a “baby” no-limit game. “Baby” means that the initial buy-in is rather low compared to other no-limit games.
I sat on the couch just behind the floor man’s desk to wait for my name to be called. The couch was covered in a leather-like fabric. The seat cushions were white and the back and arms of the couch were the color of a red delicious apple. The couch felt cool through my clothes, almost too cool, but it warmed quickly after I sat down. I looked around and noticed a poker magazine on the small three legged table next to me. I...