“Las Vegas exists because of a bunch of people who get
overly excited about bad math.”
-
Penn
Gillette
Through my day job I’ve had to fly into Las Vegas several
times – much of what I do (without getting into specifics) deals with remote
work. In this case, I was headed to a small spec in the middle of the desert
and Las Vegas was the closest airport – and it was still another 3+ hour drive.
I ran into some friends during an overnight layover once and
we decided to hit the town; our definition of “hitting the town” didn’t involve
any gambling for me as I adhere to Penn Gillette’s take.
One of my friends has some of the most astounding luck –
both good and bad – that I’ve ever seen. He doesn’t require Las Vegas to show
it – it just follows him there. It’s always fun to see what luck is in store
for him wherever we went.
We’d scheduled to see a comedian that night. We had great
tickets – front row, dead center. To kill some time my friend entered a poker
tournament that had a $200 buy-in. I watched him from the peanut gallery. Early
on, he went all-in (betting all of his chips) based on the two cards he had on
his hand – and nothing else. For those of you not familiar with poker – Texas
Hold ‘Em in particular – you begin with these two cards and there are
subsequent cards that come out, each giving remaining players opportunities to
raise the pot of chips. One person called him and they both showed their cards.
My friend had two kings – the second highest possible hand you can begin with.
The other guy showed his cards – a kind and six – and merely commented, “Oh, I
guess I shouldn’t have done that.” My friend had a 94%+ chance of winning the
hand by the time all subsequent cards would show; however, his opponent got two
sixes and bucked the odds. My friend was done. He got up and left the table in
a pretty foul mood. Admittedly, I would, too. The sourness is a combination of
someone winning when they clearly made the wrong decision – and then cheering
that luck is one their side. In poker, pretty much anything can happen… it’s
just when it does luck appears to be a cruel mistress.
Now here’s the insult to injury…
Later that night we went to see the comedian. My friend was
looking forward to some laughs to shake off the bad beat he took earlier. The
headlining comedian had an opening act: It was the same guy that beat my friend
at poker. For the next 20 minutes, my friend sat there clinching his fists. You
see, not only did luck want my friend to lose at poker, but luck also wanted my
friend to be forced to sit listening to him for 20 minutes. Needlessly to say,
the night didn’t improve. My friend wanted to gamble roughly $2,000 that night
but wasn’t in the mood.
That $2,000 would have surely ended up in the coffers of Las
Vegas. Losing $200 and the forced watching of the guy who beat him made me
wonder if something else was set up for my friend – to keep his money. It’s not
statistically impossible for these events to happen, but these are things that
are usually reserved for the impossibilities found in movies.
The next time you get a “bad beat” with luck, consider that
it was actually good luck saving you from something far worse.