Dead Air

Sunday, June 29th, 2008, 5:05 am

It’s 1:53 in the morning. We need to lose three more players before we can go home. And the shortstacks keep doubling. Tripling. We could be here a long, long, long time. Or there could be a three-way bustout and be done in a single hand. The former more likely than the latter.

At times covering the World Series feels like being a character in a Beckett play. You wait for something to happen. Nothing happens. Nothing happens. Nothing happens. Nothing happens. You wait. And nothing happens. You wait. Nothing happens. You wait. Nothing happens. You wait. Nothing happens. You wait. You wait. You wait. You wait so long you forget what you’re waiting for. You know you’re waiting for something to happen. But what is that something. You forget. You forget. So you wait. You wait. You wait. Something happens. Is it the something you were waiting for? You forget. You forget. You forget. And then you’re home and in bed and you aren’t waiting anymore. So that must have been the something. The something you forgot. You forgot what you forgot. Was there something you forgot? You try to remember what you forgot but you’re about to fall asleep. About to fall asleep. About to fall asleep. About to fall asleep. About

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2 Responses to “Dead Air”

  1. cc Says:

    Good work this morning

  2. Rakeback Says:

    LooL this is an excellent depiction of what it’s like to cover a WSOP event… weird as it is…

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