Here's one story. Jeff told it last night at poker.
"One time," Jeff said brightly, "I ate a sandwich."
"Wow," I said. "Did it have lettuce on it?"
"It doesn't matter," he said, and I knew that he was right.
Here's another story, also from poker.
I lost a big pot early. I had top-two on a flush-draw board against a player who I know goes too far with weak holdings and I shoved the turn and he called and he hit his flush and I lost. In that particular situation I was a 3-to-1 favorite, which means I got my money in good, so I should be pleased, but after that I tilted and stayed tilted all night.
I know that to many of the people who read Free Refills, that paragraph will make perfect sense, but for others to whom it's total gibberish, let me offer a translation: I was playing a game with friends, a game in which you keep score with money, and on a particular hand I played well but lost money because luck is part of the game, and after losing that money I was upset and stayed upset all night.
If, upon reading either or both of those paragraphs, you find yourself asking, "If you're playing a game for money and you lose money and it makes you unhappy, why are you playing?" I think that is a very, very good question indeed.