My nightmare is that I am facing final judgment and Saint Peter says to me,"You have to run a poker game. And deal."

Which reminds me of the old joke. You know why a stage coach driver and a poker dealer are alike? They both spend the day staring at ten assholes.

I now get up and leave games any day of the week that are fabulous. My leaving rules have changed. In general, you watch the skill levels of the players and the stacks of the weaker players. You have one eye on the dead money and one eye on the door. Often I will tell myself, I am leaving when the four seat and the nine seat go broke. But lately, I have been doing the old heel and toe whenever the debate about leaving begins in my head. Recently I lost a pot a show horse couldn't jump over right when I am having a conversation with my self about the knowing when to walk away part.