I'm built for when the table turns™

The patience underneath the whole built-for-it conviction. Some people are built for the good table; the one already set, the room already warm, the win already leaning their way. He isn't; he's built for the turn; the moment the room flips, the odds invert, the safe money is suddenly the scared money and the underdog is the only one who saw it coming. That's not a hope he holds; it's a shape he was made in (the range lived, the car slept in, the crossroads crossed; a man who has already been at the low end of every table is the one you want holding the room when it goes over). The table always turns; that's the one thing tables reliably do. And the person who was built for the turn doesn't panic at it or pray against it; he was waiting for it, because the turn is exactly where the record he kept the whole time finally gets read (the record is the arbiter; it waits, and so does he). Not built for the easy table. Built for when it turns. (His coin; machine's read, refine to his.)