One such exercise is a favorite unwittingly done all over the world: Something I like to call "Binary Reduction," based on Robert Benchley’s Law of Distinction.
More popularly known by its prefixing phrase, "There's two kinds of people" - join me as I fill in the blanks and try to get somewhere with this.
We are on top of the world, and there's two kinds of people there - those who climbed every inch to get there, we'll call them the BlueCollars. And then there are those who got dropped off via helicopter, we'll call them the WhiteCollars. The BC's, they took the stairs, while those who took the elevator, WC.
We are on top of the world, and someone says "hey, maybe I'm neither, coz I was born here."
Nice try, but that is as WC as it gets.
Let's not talk too much about the BC's right now - those who scrambled to get there. I am sure they have interesting and inspiring stories, but right now, I'd like to do some more Binary Reduction.
Of the WC's who got dropped off via helicopter, there's two kinds: Those who own the helicopter, and those who don't. Those who don't own the copter, WC, for now.
Those who own the copter, well they're rich and have lots of money, and we all know there's two kinds of wealthy people: Those who worked for it, and those who inherited it.
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| Sick of the climb? |
Let's go somewhere else where we can play this game: Resorts World Manila, a day before the main event of The Asian Poker Tour. We are mulling about the event area, keeping our ears open and chatting up whoever we can approach.
There's two kinds of players entering the main event: Those who are buying in direct, and those who aren't. Figuring out which player is what is our first step to profiling. Of the two, one is more likely to be scared money. We'd like to know who is who.
Did I learn that from Allan Cunningham? I forget...
...Now we are at a high-stakes cash game table. There's two kinds of people seated here: those who grinded their way from the low stakes, and those who only really just play at this table. Some of us climbed to get here, some of us were airdopped.
Of those who were airdropped, there's two kinds of people: Those who know they're just messing about because they can afford it, and those who can't but really think they are entitled to be here.
The young fella who won lots early in his "career" - or maybe Single-Bink Guy, whose one-time incredible run of good fortune has led him to believe "Hey, maybe I really am the best in the world at this!" - we know how that story ends.
Tragically, Single-Bink Guy doesn't know how it ends. In fact, he doesn't even know when it is over.
"I just ran bad for 11 days, could happen to anyone. Put me in that next big game, I feel it turning around, you'll see. You know me man, I'm a winner, I'm better than any of those guys. Hey, can I borrow cash for a cab ride? I'm good for it..."
This is my tribute to the BlueCollars. They couldn't care less when their bink is coming. These guys started the climb knowing full well how long it would take. These players embrace the grind and just do what they have to do. These people play poker well before they take their seat, and keep their game on even after they've cashed out.
I don't want to talk about you BC's, because I would rather have the honor of listening to you. It is time to shine the light on you now, inspire us through the APA forums.
I was airdropped on an assignment to hear your stories. How did you get here?
