Lotteries, Poker, and Other People’s Money
Braving odds of 176 million-to-1, scores of otherwise sensible Americans, including several of our intelligent friends, were infected with Lottery Fever this past week, standing in lines of up to three hours to buy a ticket at “lucky” liquor stores and gas stations.
The prospect of a $640 million jackpot and the assurance that some of the money would go to our schools made throwing away hard-earned wages seem like an altogether fun thing to do. At $1 a pop, the lottery is a cheap fantasy while it lasts.
Like any fixed-odds proposition, a category that includes almost every casino game, including slot and poker machines, roulette, craps, and baccarat, lotteries are unbeatable. There’s no such thing as a professional lottery player; it’s not a viable way to end up with more than you started with. Sure, someone has to “win” the Mega Millions or Powerball, or the progressive slot jackpot in Atlantic City. But the house – in this case, our State Governments – always pays out less than it takes in, gifting the minority with some of the majority’s money and keeping the rest for themselves. In a state lottery, the percentage returned to gamblers is usually 50% or less; casinos, which no one has ever mistaken for bastions of kindness and charity, usually return more than 90% of the collected wagers to their customers. And serve free drinks. And miraculously pay the electric bill.
Having written a few books on the twinned subjects of risk and reward, we’re in the unusual position of knowing a little bit about how all this gambling stuff works. We’ve found that people who genuinely want to win, who put money at risk not for fleeting thrills nor to reinforce perpetual self-loathing but to profit, don’t gamble. They find games and situations where the player occasionally has the advantage, such as blackjack, which is sometimes beatable because the odds are dynamic, changing slightly as the composition of the deck changes. After learning all that can be learned about gambling – a quest that really doesn’t take very long, given the dearth of long-term winning opportunities – most sharp people turn to games in which their superior skill (in calculating, in deciding, in acting) produces an edge, an exploitable advantage that gives them an improved chance of winning.
The most popular and easily understood of these games is poker. It’s the one game in a casino in which players compete against each other, not the house. (The casino makes its money by renting out the table and dealer). Over time, when short-term fluctuations get ironed out by long-term mathematical constants, the better players end up with the money and the weaker ones go broke. Along the way, the losers cash a figurative lottery ticket or two, improbably triumphing when the odds are stacked against them. But with proper bankroll and emotional management, the superior poker player gets rich. He builds his endowment on the mistakes of those less clever, less disciplined, less prepared, less capitalized, and less educated.
If this sounds to you like a pretty good description of how capitalism works (or is supposed to work in its most gloriously unregulated form), then you can understand how being a wildly successful poker player is in many ways like being a wildly successful arbitrageur, bond trader or stock picker. You’re a winner. You’re rich. You’re a predator, not prey. You buy automobiles whose advertising tag line is, “Aggression in its most elegant form.” You[re an achiever.
Huzzah and hooray. Even in 2012, knowing what we know about the winners of our economic game, knowing how the banking, housing and political sectors were conquered by those who gamed the game, many of us still celebrate the champions. (Or give them multi-billion-dollar “bailouts.”) They accomplished the main thing: they won.
Never mind that most of these winners create nothing. Forget that even a lowly toilet-cleaner or lettuce picker or house painter (or school teacher) does something useful with his labor, something that benefits others. Like poker players, masters of money play a zero-sum game better than most people. They earn their prizes legitimately. They deserve to prosper while others suffer. Thems the rules.
In a previous chapter of my life, I admired great poker players. I wanted to be one. I thought it was cool to earn a living by playing a card game, getting rewarded for being better. Telling lies and getting paid. But the more time I spent around serious poker players, culminating in several years serving as a commentator on TV broadcasts of poker tournaments, I realized that what I had been aspiring to was a peculiar kind of sociopath.
The best poker players aren’t just Asbergerian savants; they have the temperament of cold-blooded killers, and they’re proud of it.
It wouldn’t be fair to call them boring – except away from the table. There’s some perverse entertainment value in watching professional mendicants practice their black art. Despite the cable TV industry’s partially successful attempt to turn these strange gamers into digestible characters, with back stories and tragic flaws, the truth is that great poker players are interesting only for exhibiting an abiding obsession with Getting the Best of It. For swindling a sucker. For exploiting the weak and foolish.
This imperative drives them and shapes their ethics, of which they generally have few. Several members of the Poker Hall of Fame were/are well-known cheaters. Several of the “household name” poker players celebrated by TV shows like the ones I worked on were cheaters in a “past life,” before the cameras were focused on their blank faces. I myself caught one of these fellows in the act, at a tournament in the 1990s. (He wasn’t disqualified, just scolded). Even the highly respected and respectable founders of Full Tilt Poker, including my former broadcast colleague Howard Lederer, are being investigated by prosecutors for running their online empire as a pyramid scheme. The founder of another site, Ultimatebet, was implicated in an online cheating scam.
I could go on. These are generally not nice people. And the example they set – that money is merely a method for keeping score – echoes the credo of many super-rich people: a life well spent is a life dedicated to accumulating as much as possible. It’s this maniacal quest to take more while those less capable survive with less that leads to debacles like worthless credit-default swaps gambled upon with other people’s money.
Poker (and gambling in general) was part of an interesting, enlightening, and financially rewarding period in my life. But that time is gone and ended. My goal is no longer to take other people’s wages. Now I’m trying to get genuinely rich with as little money as possible.
Spoken like someone who really had experience with gambling and has learned their lesson. Good article.
Brilliant, Brilliant Piece…
I wrote this some time ago about why I essentially gave up Poker…
5 Reasons why I left Poker for Sports Betting
5) Better Life Analogies in Sports Betting…
“Take on for the Team”, sure sounds alot better than, “river one for mama” doesn’t it? “Bottom of the ninth, bases loaded” when in a pressure situation sure come across nicer than “I need a one outer” … “You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take” vs … I don’t know what actually fits here… You get my point.
4) Make your bet and go do something productive…
Well, I’m not going to lie, I usually NEVER actually follow this advice, as I’m pretty much watching whatever game on my laptop, with whatever other game on my tv in the background (right in front of me)… But at least in theory I can do and walk the dog, play with my kid, or read a book (well… I could) … When I played poker online, particularly tournaments, you couldn’t exactly get up to do much but go to the bathroom. Even then, sometimes you had to take the laptop in with you… Also really hard to have any meaningful conversation, read a book, or blink too much when you are 12 tabling…
3) Sports is conversational, anytime, anywhere…
“Did you see that late homerun/goal/TD/3 pointer last night” (That incidentally cost me a huge bet) at work the next day sure sounds better than chatting someone up about “the smelly old guy who sat in the 3 seat and stared at me all night chewing a toothpick.”
2) There are NO friends in poker….
As much as I love the social atmosphere, in particular of live poker, with players from all parts of the world, challenging each other in the spirit of competition, regardless of the colour of their skin, or who’s god they choose to follow, ultimately we all have one ultimate goal – To make the other person go BROKE, or moreso, to make the other person go to the ATM after they go BROKE, and make sure they goes BROKE again… Talk about capitalism at its finest!
In Sports Betting, If I give you good information that I believe will be beneficial in making a particular wager, you, me, and the girl next door (Hopefully she’s good looking) will make money against the evil bookmaker… We ALL WIN… Of course when we are on opposite sides, my bet is more important than your bet… But you’re an idiot for betting the wrong side anyways so I really don’t care.
1) The Bad Beat Stories
“Getting sucked out on my the only deuce left in the deck” has become so old, I have made sure that I limit poker bad beat stories from my friends to 15 seconds or less. EVERY bad beat story is essentially the same in poker… Some Donkey sucked out on you, or didn’t and was ahead the whole time, and I COULDN’T suck out for anything. That’s it, EVERY bad beat story in a nutshell… Is there EVER a better time for a bad beat, well yes, when I didn’t play the hand, in which I will tell you about it as well because HAD I played my 9-4 off suit to 3 raises, I would have taken your whole stack – NO ONE CARES BRO!
In Sports, At least that Home Run that No one cares about that crushed your bankroll in the bottom of the ninth with 2 out, and 2 strikes is marginally INTERESTING… Maybe not to EVERYONE (my wife for example), but to ANY sports fan, particularly those who are on the same side, that last second shot to save us, or bury us, is still worthy to talk about years later, even if we forget what side we actually had.
“trying to get rich with very little money.” — you’re a FREEDOMAIRE (Konik word)!