Cribbage Night

From time to time, I get to sit in at Jeff's weekly cribbage game. Two of the guys work together and play cribbage most days during breaks at work. There's a father and son who've had a lifetime of cribbage; Dad is the Commissioner Emeritus of the ficticious house league. It's a good group but, from time to time, someone has to be out and I'm generally asked to step in and play for the absent. It's a good gig. Expectations aren't too high, and, from time to time, I can get on a streak and produce pretty well.

Food is a meaningful part of the experience. Jeff provides a dinner before the games and, around eight, serves ice cream or Hershey's chocolate in one form or another; on a really good night, he serves some way that combines the two. Tonight, dinner was roast beef with potatoes and carrots. True to form, after the first hand, Jeff offered chocolate and the intermission treat was a root beer float.

One of the house rules is that, no matter what the score in games is, the last game of the night is the Championship Game. The Championship Game is the first game that begins no sooner than nine o'clock. Some nights, the only game a set of partners wins is the Championship Game but, for the coming week, they are known as the champions. Tonight, I was partnered with the Commissioner and we didn't win a game... until the Championship Game. Woohoo! We are the Champions!