Ode to BJT
Just imagine if Hamlet were with us. What would Hamlet say about the current state of affairs in the TBJ world?
To be or not to be, that is the question;
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to count chips against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them. To print or publish;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the wonderful monthly columns.
To print, to sleep; perchance to dream of a million dollar tournament.
Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this Barona fiasco,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life,
For who would bear the whips and scorns of Joep
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's blackjacks,
The pangs of stiff hands, the tournaments delay,
The insolence of UBT, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make.
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others events that we know not of?
Thus entry fees does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of ALL IN BLACKJACK
Fare thy well