(I’ll show you, Nick. Sober Molly keeps Drunk Molly’s promises!)
Peter and I were against each other in round two. I was trailing by maybe 15-16 points going into the final hand, whereas Peter had maybe 5 points to go to win. Peter dealt, his crib, I play. I manage to peg an incredible 13 points in mere gameplay, Peter pegs up to ONE POINT from a win. It’s my count first, and I am totally going to pass the finish because I have a doubled run. BUT THEN PETER GETS LAST CARD and wins!
Game of my life. I’m telling you.
Listening to the podcast again, I note that Molly said that she was going to write this in verse. I feel just a little bit cheated.
I thought I said it was a tale worthy of epic Greek poetry. I can add a chorus for morality, if you like.
CHORUS: She played, she played, her card a spade, played too late, points astray
CHORUS: See his card! The point is nigh. The count! The count!
CHORUS: Fifteen two. Fifteen four. All hope runs out as blood from the wound.
Your verse is accepted.
I know you thought it could be worse,
But Molly is averse to verse.
And if this thing you would reverse
You must restart the Universe.
I’ll play you at cribbage sometime, Molly.
Back a zillion years ago – I mean, 1991 – I learned to play cribbage on a Macintosh computer. About the third game I played, I drew a jack and three fives. I thought “This is supposed to be good, right?” so I took a screenshot of it saved with the name “Could it be?”
Then I cut a five.
The Jack didn’t match the five, but I still got 28 points and two screenshots. About the third game of cribbage I ever played.
Someday I’ll dig the screenshots out of my Mac archives.
AWESOME. I love cribbage.
Do you know how to play Euchre?
I thought you guys were cool before, but cribbage, too!?
Hang on….Cribbage makes us cooler?
That makes no sense at all….
EUCHRE AND CRIBBAGE DEATH MATCH! It is OOOONNN! (Tim knows how to contact me.)