Sometimes, It Pays To Make Yourself Go Out
Pirate Rick sent an email earlier this week announcing the monthly poker home game. My first thought was, "Cool!" However, as the really long work days piled up, I decided to pass on the game. The thought of going home and logging couch time was more appealing than playing cards with the boys. Yes, I realize how sad and pathetic that sounds. It was that kind of week, though. As Friday afternoon went on, the lure of the chips started calling me. Then, I saw the updated list of players and more of my buds had signed up which made it even more appealing. At about 5PM, I said to myself, "What the hell" and decided to go. I wasn't exactly greeted warmly. There were several calls of "The Bully is here, look out!" And, there was some debate about wanting to play at my table to start. Actually, everyone was really cool and I was immediately happy that I had decided to play. We had a good group at our table and started playing a pretty friendly game. Apparently...