jd was disappointed to have lost a game. in fact, for the first time, he brought a truly decent booby prize (a chamois skin pillow with embroidered wolf) that he had to eat himself! or he would have if geode didn't beg him for it, to help save his wounded kidney. pgeode spoke of his new access to health care.
pg was largely the reason jd lost, due to one marathon nail-biter hand of night baseball. jd turned over four of a kind with his first four cards and the pot rose dramatically as pg tried to beat it, which he did, with four aces, using a wild three as his last-turned card, so he had to match the already formidable pot ($3 or so) to watch with excruciating fear as jd completed turning over his remaining five cards.
'do it quick,' pg said. 'get it over with.'
he need not have worried.
honey aka miss poochie the dog was riled up, due to lee's absence. he tried to play with the tennis ball and the squeaky football toys at the same time, plopping the football in monkhead's lap more than once. also, dog drooled repeatedly on robie's cards, arm, and leg.
robespierre brought a year's supply of bag 'o pretzels. the root beer had frosted glasses.
robespierre was on a tear, winning left and right. he turned over four or five kings at the last minute to steal a nice pot from pgeo, who continued to start slow in the evening and regain momentum, his regular play pattern. the final winners were tied, admiral and robespierre.
monkhead challenged a potential tie in pau gong, when both he and pg turned up hands of a full house in the five-card part of the play. (the admiral had already claimed the two hand win, to split the pot). since pg had jacks in his full house, and monkhead had only nines, pg took his half of the pot. after the chips were divided and safely nestled in the players' stashes, the rulebook was consulted. indeed, the person with the higher card in the three-section of the full house, wins. half-hearted (and probably unfair) restitution was attempted as pg disdainfully tossed three blue chips toward monkhead.
the admiral did a magic trick and reasonably well.
for one hand, pg insisted on playing with his own deck of cards, robespierre protested but played anyway, everybody knew the game was rigged and yet they bet anyway!, believing something must have gone awry with the deal since they were sure they would win, because they are suckers, because as anyone might have known, pg won. but he gave them back their chips.
nobody said i'm sorry.
pg was largely the reason jd lost, due to one marathon nail-biter hand of night baseball. jd turned over four of a kind with his first four cards and the pot rose dramatically as pg tried to beat it, which he did, with four aces, using a wild three as his last-turned card, so he had to match the already formidable pot ($3 or so) to watch with excruciating fear as jd completed turning over his remaining five cards.
'do it quick,' pg said. 'get it over with.'
he need not have worried.
honey aka miss poochie the dog was riled up, due to lee's absence. he tried to play with the tennis ball and the squeaky football toys at the same time, plopping the football in monkhead's lap more than once. also, dog drooled repeatedly on robie's cards, arm, and leg.
robespierre brought a year's supply of bag 'o pretzels. the root beer had frosted glasses.
robespierre was on a tear, winning left and right. he turned over four or five kings at the last minute to steal a nice pot from pgeo, who continued to start slow in the evening and regain momentum, his regular play pattern. the final winners were tied, admiral and robespierre.
monkhead challenged a potential tie in pau gong, when both he and pg turned up hands of a full house in the five-card part of the play. (the admiral had already claimed the two hand win, to split the pot). since pg had jacks in his full house, and monkhead had only nines, pg took his half of the pot. after the chips were divided and safely nestled in the players' stashes, the rulebook was consulted. indeed, the person with the higher card in the three-section of the full house, wins. half-hearted (and probably unfair) restitution was attempted as pg disdainfully tossed three blue chips toward monkhead.
the admiral did a magic trick and reasonably well.
for one hand, pg insisted on playing with his own deck of cards, robespierre protested but played anyway, everybody knew the game was rigged and yet they bet anyway!, believing something must have gone awry with the deal since they were sure they would win, because they are suckers, because as anyone might have known, pg won. but he gave them back their chips.
nobody said i'm sorry.
the anarchy round was played without betting, but if bets had been placed, it's likely that the monkhead would have won, with a natural apocalyptic something or other, with the admiral coming in a close second, by singing a song by donovan and getting others to sing along with him.
because scooter missed this game in order to go to a farm bureau meeting (so he says), he will be required to sing a song by donovan at the next game, which will be held NOT on june 26 because pg has too much on his plate, and the following week after that is the 3rd of july, but even so, a game will be held. bring your flags. and matches.
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