Mean Gene
Mean Gene
Pittsburgh's most decorated poker blogger, which I admit is like being the best shortstop in Greenland

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Presto, the Arlo, & the Hammer
An Online Code of Conduct
The Ethics of Ratholing
"The Professor, the Banker..."
"Ace on the River"

My Columns

Lose the Shades
If You Can't Say Something Nice
Whither the Kicker
The Lady is a Champ?
Covering the WSOP (or not)
Statistics, Luck, and Poker
Poker and New Orleans
Managing a Bankroll
How To Tell A Bad Beat Story
Telling Lies
The Power of Poker Tracker
Advanced Card-Handling

My Greatest Hits

5 Things To Do Before I Die
Cafeteria Nostalgia
Mean Gene's Dubious Dating Tips
Poker and Business?
There's No Such Thing As Luck?
Isabelle, Je t'adore
No Shirt No Shoes No Service
Well, The Food Was Good
Good Morning, Mr. Matusow!
The Weekend of our Discontent, I
The Weekend of our Discontent, II
Books That Left Their Mark
Ode to a Fish Sandwich
Bill Simmons Ain't the Poker Guy
The Sports Guy Still Ain't the Poker Guy
Again, The Media Tackles Poker
Five Years After 9/11
Hitting Pretty Girls in the Face
Sixth-Graders Suck

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    Monday, January 03, 2005

    At The Halfway Mark...

    Today is my 36th birthday, meaning that, according to life expectancy tables, I'm about halfway through my life. I think for US males the current expectancy is 74 years, but I think it might be a bit lower for someone my age (things are skewing upward as the years go by). The idea that I've reached the summit of my days on this Earth and are now heading down the slope to eternal oblivion has thrown me into a mild existential panic. Actually, I've been panicking off and on for the last year or so. When I turned 35 I realized that I was now as close to 50 as I was to 20, which got me hyperventilating into a paper bag for a few minutes.

    Of course I might live longer than 72. Of course, I might get hit by a bus on the way home from work. There's an episode of "The Simpsons" where Homer hears something that the average male lives to be 76 or something, and he suddenly stops his car in the middle of the highway and staggers across the road, sobbing, "I'm only guaranteed 38 more years of life!" as hurtling cars swerve around him and crash against the guardrails. Yeah, that's me.

    The recent disaster in the Indian Ocean brings into sharper focus both the fragility and resiliency of life. You might wake up one morning, find blue skies overhead and birds chirping merrily on the branch, and have no idea that THIS is the day that crane operator drops that air conditioning unit while you're waiting at the red light 15 stories below. The fact that death can come for you at any time, without warning, is of course a fact we try not to think about, else we be paralyzed with fear. Life, as they say, goes on, and since the vast majority of people go day after day after day after day after day WITHOUT dying suddenly and unexpectedly, we can tell ourselves, with reason, that it will never happen to us.

    It's just a bit harder to believe it on your 36th birthday. Tomorrow I'll probably be fine, but last night, watching the clock flip toward 2AM, I couldn't stop thinking about my own mortality, and what the future holds. Having a birthday so close to New Year's Day gives added weight to the 'ol "What are your resolutions?" questions you get asked this time of year. Not only is it a new year on the calendar, it's another year gone in your life. What have you done? What have you accomplished? What WILL you do? What will happen? Will anything happen, and will it be good or bad?

    I was never one of those kids who felt he was invulnerable. You hear that from soldiers, from race car drivers, from star athletes, that maybe someone ELSE might be killed or horribly injured, but it could never happen to THEM. But of course it CAN happen to them, they're just fortunate enough that youth or bravado or whatever is handy helps block that unpleasant fact from their minds. I've never had that gift, in part because it's just part of my nature to look at the horrible and scary and grotesque in the world and think it's sort-of fascinating. And in part because my uncle was killed in Vietnam and, well, I know that terrible things can and do happen to the best of us. Whatever sense of invulnerabilty you might feel is merely a facade, and ignores the indifference and capriciousness of Fate. As the earthquake and tsunamis so violently demonstrated last week.

    Man, is this a depressing post. Happy Birthday to me, indeed! I actually don't feel depressed--actually, I have an upset stomach, I think the bagel I ate this morning may have been a bit weevily. But with the holidays over, the start of the new year, and my birthday coming (as they always have) one after another, I tend to get a bit reflective. I don't feel 36. I don't feel any different than I did when I was 22. No, I take that back, bigtime-- I feel a lot smarter than I was back then, a lot wiser, and definitely more comfortable with myself. What I fear about getting older is that I won't be able to generate the same enthusiasm for life, that the intensity of feeling and emotion will slowly dwindle from a boil, to a simmer, and then to stillness.

    That, I can honestly say, is NOT a problem. I think I feel more alive now than I ever have. Heck, I'll prove that point tonight when we kick off our new volleyball season. I'll be diving on the court, blasting spikes, screaming at myself when I screw up, and be pissed when we (probably) lose. Afterwards I'll go to the bar with my friends and eat one wing too many, drink one beer too many, and go to bed much too late. My Steelers are gearing up for a Super Bowl run and I'm as giddy about that as I was during their dynasty years. I've had a difficult few years on the job front (to put it mildly), but I find I can still muster hope that things will turn my way. And maybe, just maybe, this is the year I actually spend writing a novel instead of, oh, cranking out 150,000 words about what I don't know about poker. Well, perhaps I can do both this year.

    Well, that was cathartic. I don't think I'm a self-centered or narcissistic person, so I hope you'll forgive such a self-indulgent meltdown on these pages. Hey, maybe I just had my mid-life crisis, right here, right now! Be a lot cheaper than buying a Harley and dating a stripper named Shasta. Though not as much fun...

    Enough navel-gazing, especially at MY navel. We celebrated another birthday recently, a gentle man who preached that we should love thy neighbor, and do unto others as we would have them do unto ourselves. So to atone for all this me-me-me-ism, which is certainly inappropriate under the circumstances, I direct you to the PokerStars Tsunami Relief page, where you can make a donation to the aid those who suffered through that catastrophe.

    Non-psycho posts forthcoming. Well, mild-psycho. get this widget Please visit Pokernews site for more poker news, poker strategy articles or poker rules.

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