It's Saturday!

You know what that means, right?  Mercer's coffee and cribbage.  We split the games today, thankfully!  Bill took the first one, by more than a little...

I was on the verge of losing, AGAIN, and I told Bill if I lost, I was not playing next week.  That would have made five in a row that I lost and it's not fun to play when you constantly lose.  However, I had a decent hand and got a good cut, so I squeaked out a win.

Good thing I went out because he had a twelve count!

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Oh So Close

We had our Saturday coffees at Mercer's and a good, close game.

Alas, my streak has ended.  Bill won after pegging two on the deuce I played.

I had another deuce and was ready to pounce and move my six into the winning hole but then the light dawned and I realized he was already there.  hahaha. I wasn't even angry. 

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I'm Three for Three...whoopee

Considering that my partner, Karen Ann, and I were skunked twice the other day playing cribbage, it was a pleasant surprise to take two from Bill at Mercer's today.

By all rights, I should have lost the first one.  I was waaaay behind, but had a really good hand and crib, which made it possible for me to catch up.  From there, I have no explanation.

Admittedly, I'm a terrible, horrible loser.  And it totally makes me angry when every.single.card I play, gets pegged on by my opponent.  So, when I was waaaay behind, I was very angry and Bill was laughing at me, which just made me more angry.  If only my parents had raised a good loser.  

The second game was no contest. Bill just had bad cards, which are usually mine, so I know how it feels. However, he doesn't get angry.  He's a good loser. ;o)

It was a pleasant way to spend an hour or so but I know, without a doubt, my winning streak will come to an end.  I will, however, enjoy it while it lasts.

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