Playing with the Queen of Hearts,Juice Newton
Knowing it ain't really smart.
The Joker is the Only FOOL
to keep me away from you.
My new addiction is Poker's All Stars. Watching people from different walks of life sit across each other from a table of sudden death poker with their hands televised is good stuff. I love how you see the cards, but the opponent doesn't. Still, the strategies are intense and each hand feels better than the previous one. The cute guy, the weird guy, the housewife from Middle America, they all sit at the table as equals blinded by the fact that they don't know what's in the hand of the opponent. As viewers, we are privy and it doesn't help one bit. Come to think of it, would the game be any different if they could see each others' hand? I mean, they know all the cards and the possibilities and the combinations, yet, they gamble anyway....
It's a lot like, dare I say it, d-a-t-i-n-g. Each person plays the cards they've been dealt, but we stay in the game secretly hoping the dealer will give us a better hand. We look for the perfect hand. Your stomach does flips with every card, hoping and regretting at the same time. The Dating Deck has not been generous to me lately. I have been sitting on an ACE of SPADES, waiting for a KING of HEARTS. This new card I got, looks like it, but it could just be another JACK of CLUBS.
Stay tuned. It could be the Joker.
