Cardhed

Man. I played a lot of cards this weekend. I played cards after the birthday party on Saturday until midnight. Then I played cards on Sunday after a Baptism until 10pm. And the funny thing is, I did pretty okay. Out of something like, 5 games of cards (5 may seem a bit of a low number given the sheer amount of hours we played, but believe me, our games can take awhile) I won a game of 7 Card Stud, a Money game of Omaha (most of my winnings went to buy a pizza for myself and my card playing comrades), and I placed second in Texas Hold 'em and another round of 7 Card. Most of it was luck, but there was a bit of inherent strategy when it came to reading my opponent's hands and sniffing out when people were bluffing and when they weren't.

There was plenty of joking around, as usual. I'm not gonna reprint anything here, cause, well most of it was in the absolute worst of taste. Still, one of my favorite moments came during the Omaha money game. Bro had gotten very little sleep on Saturday because he was several miles away practicing with a side band of his. So, here he was, groggy, trying to play a money game. So, Bro and this kid we know (well, he used to be a kid, he's 21 now...) are the only ones left in the hand. It's the last round of betting, and the kid goes all in. Now, Bro stares at the inordinate amount of chips in the pot. Stares at his hand. Stares at the pot. And all this time he's got this, "What the hell?" look on his face. Because Bro was groggy, he wasn't hiding his cards very well, and I just "happened" to see what he had. Bro was sitting around with a FULL HOUSE, but was so tired, he couldn't figure out whether or not to call. Eventually, he did call, won the hand, and gained a signifigant amount of chips.