That thing on showers. You know them, right? Keeps you from being scalded or ice water when someone turns on the dishwasher while you’re in the shower. It keeps things on an even keel.
I wish they’d come out with a poker version. I love the heaters but hate the coolers. It’d be nice if you could only burn yourself on purpose. Or at least because of your error. The variability of poker tables has supporters for whatever flavor you prefer.
The problem many have revolves around pot odd or rather the lack of them. Some wax loud and long over the perceived short coming of their fellow man. Others seem able to be philosophical about it; or look that way as long as you ignore the vein throbbing on their forehead. Then there is the leading poker blogger who concerns over pot odds revolve around the availability of Maui Wowee when Holland is visited again.
I’ll admit to two out of three affecting me at times. The grass though causes my sinuses to explode bring about an instant sinus headache. As to the vein, well…when it is pulsing I at least don’t tap on the glass. That does make the vein pulse even louder at times.
They often say poker is a metaphor for life. You even see the occasional Haiku on the topic. Poker is at its best when it is like a day on an island beach in midwinter. You lie there without a care in the world succeeding with ease and there are tables like that