It’s tough, when you are a single mom, and your sons are so smart that they whup your boyfriends at cribbage—sometimes even after you have married the boyfriend!
Brook says: I
recall Fred blowing up at Eric after losing points that he (Fred) had missed!
Fred yelled, "fucking eagle eyed vulture, I'm never playing you
again!"
I used to play grandpa (Vake) regularly when I stayed with them in summers while I was in college. He and I both enjoyed the games. And I still cherish the expressions from him when dealt a bad hand: "Oh bullshit". But I'll never forget his gloat with a good hand, when he laughed with deep throated "He, he, he".
Grandpa almost always drank a beer from a glass when we played cribbage. One time, when he looked away, I switch his glass of beer with my glass on Coke. His characteristics "God Dammit" was followed by his proclamation "That was the worst goddam thing I've ever tasted". Grandma and I busted up laughing.
I used to play grandpa (Vake) regularly when I stayed with them in summers while I was in college. He and I both enjoyed the games. And I still cherish the expressions from him when dealt a bad hand: "Oh bullshit". But I'll never forget his gloat with a good hand, when he laughed with deep throated "He, he, he".
Grandpa almost always drank a beer from a glass when we played cribbage. One time, when he looked away, I switch his glass of beer with my glass on Coke. His characteristics "God Dammit" was followed by his proclamation "That was the worst goddam thing I've ever tasted". Grandma and I busted up laughing.
Two years ago, when I played Jerry, I got a hand with four
fives and face card, other than the jack for "his nibs". It is the
second highest possible score; the odds are 1 in 15,028. I got lucky with a 28
point hand, that beat Jerry so badly that we haven’t played since.
Brook
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