Hey self/me, how about a game of cowboys and indians? Sure says self to me but I want to be the indian! That's silly, you know that they have always got massacured in the movies! "Yeah, so?" Alright but you are dead before you start. Maybe! No maybe about it, I'll show you maybe! Maybe, says self! "Stupid indian!" Maybe!...So I loaded my Winchester(made by Red Rider) and hid behind a large rock and yelled, "ready Chief Piddlywiddly, come and get your just desserts!"  "Maybe," yelled self and then....total silence; very nerve wracking----nothing for almost a half-hour. "Hey injun, you can't get me!"   KABOOM! My rock hiding place disappeared and I'm laid out not dead but scaired into my drawers and self marches over with a smirk on his vision and asked, "geesus you daid whiteman?" Then I sat up still a bit shaken and asked where in tarnation did you get a loaded cannon? That's just no fair. Says self," You didn't say that I had to use cap guns or bows and rubber arrows, so I snuck into the armory and borrowed a loaded demonstration bazooka!"

 This incident from my past suggests many things when playing the pick 3 game...one is, don't ever under estimate or over estimate the programmers in your state lottery commission...once they sniff you out and what you are about they change the program to frustrate any gambit that you were betting on for a win. When you get too yackitty about certain ways that you do things and especially on an open forum such as we have here, all of us are a loser! I'm sure that you can judge for yourself the up to and end conclusion. In finality, know your territory; scan the layout; plan ahead to the best of your ability and know the ground rules before you play the game for real!

Teufellj...