So I was at the gym last night. How it works is I have to watch on the TV in front of me whatever the gym people select, which unfortunately is almost always Fox News or sports. (Of course I have music on my iPod, too.) However! Last night was the World Series of Poker. I like this. It’s mathy.
There was a woman playing, which was cool. Turned out she was the girlfriend of one of the male players. He lost and had to leave the table. Got up, shook all the guys’ hands. Then he hugged his GF, told her he loved her in front of the world, and she should play aggressively to win. Then he told a reporter he’d be cheering her on all the way … remember he had just been playing against her, and lost.
That struck me as kinda heroic, in the non-dragon-slaying way we were talking about in my last poast. First, the classy way he walked away from the money. Second, how he told his GF he loved her in front of the world. Third, that he immediately switched from playing for himself to rooting for her.
Then she lost and had to leave. Oh well!