I remember a story I read about Meyer Lansky. He was a young boy on New York City’s Lower East Side. He found a dice game, (not hard to do on the Lower East Side). His mother had given him a nickel to bake the Cholent
(Many buildings in that era didn’t have stoves as we know them. For religious Jews, cooking is considered work, so Meyer was sent to the bakery with the nickel to make the Sabbath meal).
The game sidetracked young Meyer. He bet and immediately lost the nickel and had to bring the raw ingredients back to his disappointed family. Never wanting that again, he didn’t bet but watched the game, the shylocks loaning the gamblers money.
The lesson. Sometimes you don’t want to play the game, but work on the rules and run it.