When the clock strikes midnight on the New Year, something happens. Not just the beginning of a new year, but hope pushes its way into that crack of time.
I feel it every year, albeit with some years having more measured hope than others. It feels like a time where anything could happen, that new chapter is there bringing just a little magic that things “might” or “could” be different this year.
And for those whose 2025’s poker years were magical, that magic feels as if it could extend one more year, one more month, or one more tournament win.