As I sat in our hotel room of the Grand Sierra Resort in Reno watching the US Open, I was struck by the ironic contrast of my situation: watching the US Open in a casino. On one hand, we have the professional tennis players. Their craft doesn’t care for reputation or inherited wealth. They deal in only one thing: results. They have reached the upper echelons of their sport solely on their own merit and they must constantly justify their place at the top. Through their dedication and relentless desire to win, they demonstrate the greatness of mankind and power of human spirit.
On the other hand, just a short walk away from me, we have the slot machine zombies pressing the same button again and again hoping to god some luck will strike and they will walk away with undeserved riches. Their state of being is pretty close to the most pathetic state possible of mankind. (Keep in mind, I realize these may be nice people with meaningful lives, but while they are at the slot machines, they reduce themselves to the state I describe above). You know, I recognize that people just go there for fun, and accept that they will lose money, blah blah blah. Still, the fact is, when I walk on that casino floor, I can feel the vibe dragging me down. Anyway, no major purpose to writing this — just wanted to note the irony in the place where I am writing!
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