Big Move

While playing solitaire on my ipod, I like to imagine that I'm a nationally recognized player, playing at a professional level...even though I lose most of the time. While I play I have a large audience of cheering, adoring, fans. They hang on every move I make, gasping and yelling at the turn of every card. I turn over an Ace, "Big move! Big move!" says one middle-aged gentleman enthusiastically. He is wearing a white dress shirt, is somewhat overweight, and balding. A middle-aged woman in a glimmering cocktail dress and dangling, excessive jewelry, her hair all done up in one of those spider-clamp things, nods approvingly, holding up her glass of champagne. '40s jazz is playing in the background, a piano the focus.

They all cheer and follow every moment joyously. They are sure I'll win every time, until they are utterly disappointed the 9 or so times out of 10 that I lose. But they aren't disappointed in me, rather for me. And when I do lose one man calls, "We'll get 'em next time!" Another, "Could happen to anyone. The odds are stacked!"

They all begin to cheer again excitedly as I press "Random Shuffle."



Could happen to anyone...