Saturday, November 23, 2013

Relationships are like a poker game

Relationships are like a poker game I have realized. It's interesting. 

Think about it. 

2 people playing the game. Each brings something to the table. At first you are generally conservative. Keeping the stakes low. You don't want to raise them too fast or too soon. That leads to disaster and loss. 

Then someone will raise the stakes by say, texting you more often or asking you to do stuff more often. The other must either fold, call, or raise. If you fold, you are out of this game. If you call, it will go on. If you raise, it may go on but it also may end depending on the other player. 

Next round the stakes may raise again, or you continue with what was "called" last round.

Then one ups the stakes. Say you are holding hands now - are you going to fold? call? raise?

How do you decide? Maybe you thought you wanted to fold but actually want to raise.
Maybe you were ok with calling but not raising. 
Maybe you thought there was a possibility of raising but now you want to fold and get out. 

Sometimes it takes a while for you to know what to do in this poker game. 

Its hard. The more there is at stake the harder it is to make a decision. 





**I have never played poker in my life and know basically nothing about it**

Friday, November 1, 2013

Fenway

I'll start by quoting my papa:

"After a 95 year hiatus, the winning World Series game happened last night. At Fenway Park.

Sure hope they re-sign Jacoby.

Loved that Drew hit that home run. He was due.

Papi got walked to TIE the WS record for walks in a game (a milestone in pitching cowardice).

What a Series.  Just when you think you've seen it all you get an outcome deciding obstruction call in one game followed by a pick-off walk-off in the next.

Molina missed that tag at the plate. Didn't matter, though.

A BALK in the WS?!?! Wow, now I gotta cut my daughter slack.

Parade today in Boston."

Now my own words.


It was beautiful. Koji Uehara - check out his story here -  and also his son's interview here -->
pitching that last pitch to Carpenter was beautiful.

The beards are beautiful.

Boston Strong is beautiful.

Fenway park is beautiful.

Boston fans are beautiful.

Victory is beautiful.
  Jacoby Ellsbury is beautiful and we had better re-sign him. 
There is just a certain happiness that pretty much only comes from your baseball team winning the world series. That happiness is beautiful. 

Much like these bearded men: