Do you ever put on your hat and coat to go play, but then change your mind? Maybe you even get down the driveway. Maybe you get halfway to the freeway, when suddenly, confronted by the prospect of enduring an hour in traffic just for the enjoyment of playing poker-an enjoyment you don’t even feel that much like enjoying right now-you just put the brakes on the whole proposition and head back home. If you do, you’re in tune with the little tiny voice inside you that says, “Pass!” It’s a good voice to listen to.
Vou were up a little late last night. Maybe had a drink or two. Didn’t get a good night’s sleep. Are you feeling a little light in the wallet? Don’t feel a hundred percent? Pass!
Still getting over a cold, as that wad of tissue in your pocket attests? Pass! Spewing aerosol mayhem over all your fellow players does no one any favors.
You got killed the last time you played, and now you’re bent on revenge against the world. Look at you! Y ou’re playing angry and you haven’t even started playing yet. Pass!
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