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“Why can’t I have a Spitfire? She gets her Sabrejet.” Jeremy was back to dealing Gin Rummy.
Miranda found the game a little too predictable. With four players, by the third time around the table, she’d know what everyone was collecting. And then it was over before an accurate proof of count could be attained. It was an unsatisfying game in two ways.
Poker was a game of skill, but calculating odds was only a narrow slice of it. The game also included the need to read and manipulate others’ emotions. The latter left her out of that game.
A game needed an arbitrary variable, perhaps more than one in order to function properly and avoid the pitfalls of over-simplicity or being dependent upon a specific skill.
“You mean other than the Messerschmitt Bf 109?” Andi zinged back along with a
