The World Series of BORING!
When did Poker become a SPORT…so much so, that TSN would designate a significant amount of it’s prime time broadcast hours each day in order to host highlights from the ‘World Series of Poker’? WTF?
Since when does a group of fat men in dark sunglasses, all burying their chins into their meaty palms in quiet reflection, while casually clicking chips with the other hand for what seems like eons on end (if anything, just to let us know that they are still alive), qualify as anything even slightly resembling anything of a SPORT? There’s more interesting sporting going on during the ‘Synchronized Tai-Bo’ exercise programs broadcast over on the RICHARD SIMMONS Channel!
Right up to the final showdown between two steely-eyed, gourd-bellied behemoths, locked in a tense Stare-a-thon across the table at one another …calculating card strategies based on complicated odds and percentages in their heads like adding bionic human adding machines…each fixedly frozen in that classic Rodan's "The Thinker" pose...the sporting excitement level must peek somewhere between choking on a piece of lodged Bratwurst, and reading Tolstoy in the bath tub by candlelight...WOO-HA!
People who enjoy these professional Poker Sleepfests are probably the same kind of people who would be similarly entertained watching paint peel from the radiator in their room at the nearest available Psychiatric Ward.
Since when does a group of fat men in dark sunglasses, all burying their chins into their meaty palms in quiet reflection, while casually clicking chips with the other hand for what seems like eons on end (if anything, just to let us know that they are still alive), qualify as anything even slightly resembling anything of a SPORT? There’s more interesting sporting going on during the ‘Synchronized Tai-Bo’ exercise programs broadcast over on the RICHARD SIMMONS Channel!
Right up to the final showdown between two steely-eyed, gourd-bellied behemoths, locked in a tense Stare-a-thon across the table at one another …calculating card strategies based on complicated odds and percentages in their heads like adding bionic human adding machines…each fixedly frozen in that classic Rodan's "The Thinker" pose...the sporting excitement level must peek somewhere between choking on a piece of lodged Bratwurst, and reading Tolstoy in the bath tub by candlelight...WOO-HA!
People who enjoy these professional Poker Sleepfests are probably the same kind of people who would be similarly entertained watching paint peel from the radiator in their room at the nearest available Psychiatric Ward.
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