Gotta say, your take on video poker hits a nerve. It’s less a duel with fate and more a grind against numbers that don’t care. Every hold or fold’s a choice, sure, but the deck’s rigged by probability—royal flush odds sit at a brutal 1 in 40,000 or so. Instincts? They’re just us pretending we’ve got control while the math laughs. Betting on sim racing’s closer to my wheelhouse, where you can at least study tracks and driver algos to tilt the edge. Video poker’s thrill feels like chasing a mirage—fun until you realize the house always knows the score.