It's like that doughnut...

I had an algebra teacher in high school, I can't remember his name, which is not that unusual as in college I didn't know the names of many of my professors even during the semester. Most of my friends would pick classes based on professors, trying to always take the easiest ones. I, on the other hand, picked classes almost exclusively by time. So, I would have no reason to look at a professors name. Sometimes in the middle of the semester someone would ask me who I had for a particular subject, and I could not honestly tell them. Well back to high school algebra. This teacher was terrible. He repeatedly got in trouble for telling in appropriate jokes (he once showed us the movie Porky's in class). He told the principal that telling those jokes was like having a Danish in the refridgerator at night. He said that sometimes you lie in bed knowing that you shouldn't get up to eat it, but you do. I have always remember that story as I think we all do things that we know shouldn't. Yesterday I played Omaha HiLo for the first time in months. I know that you must play super tight and go only for scoops in that game, but on the contrary, I kept calling with crap, and even going for only 1/2 the pot with only one other opponent. The entire time, I knew I was playing like a donkey, but it was just like that doughnut....