Bloodied but unbowed he licks his wounds bruised and bleeding from earlier skirmishes appraises his diminished resources in readiness for new assaults No respite forthcoming his foe rapidly renews attack fashioning what could be the final, mortal blow a salvo fired, not in anger but in smug assurance of victory He stares into the vacant eyes of this inhuman adversary shark's eyes, cold, unfathomable devoid of caring or compassion pale glow of predatory compulsion to devour the weak and lame His gut churns nauseously primal fight-or-flight mechanisms unbidden, unconsciously deploy, rush of blood gushes to throbbing heart sinews twitch and dance inside he fights to outwardly project bravado His hour has come, his last hurrah he breathes a mouthless, silent prayer to fickle Gods for just one more indulgence. A final check on his weaponry - One Bullet, one Hook, two Clubs And howls again his clarion war cry... "ALL-IN!!" P.J. Murphy (c) P.J. Murphy 2005Note: I am a passionate, and moderately successful gladiator in the glorious battleground that is No Limit Texas Hold'em Poker. For the uninitiated, Bullet means Ace, a hook is a Jack, All-in means you are betting all of your remaining chips. For the short-stacked player, going all-in on an Ace/Jack of Clubs is a typical example of attack being the best form of defence. This was first posted on Allpoetry.com
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Sunday, October 16, 2005
Underdog
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