Poker? I don't Even Know Her.

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Ah, the enigmatic final installment of this blog will entail some groovy details about my bro named Alex. In essence, I love to play online card games. My love of all card games is by no means an addiction, but is occassionally revealed to Alex. I play fairly often, and I love to exude confidence in my dorm room by wearing shades and chewing gum. I frequently mix up what I play, whether it is gin rummy, spades, hearts, or bridge. Big Alex walked in on me one day as I had just shot the moon and masterfully walloped my opponents in hearts. The uncontrollable excitement that engulfed me was quite welcomed by him, and he asked what exactly I was doing. Upon explaining my preemptive wave of emotion, I informed him that hearts is a game where you either want all hearts (and the Q of spades), or none of those red beauties. He seemed exhilarated by the game,and then said, "The lowest score is what you want, and you force 26 points on your opponents if you run them, right?" I was inevitably stunned that he was sandbagging me the whole time. The rascal then revealed that he has also been known to play spades and gin. Since this epiphany of mine, I have systematically challenged him to certain games on certain days to give me the advantage. Of course four people is most ideal when playing these card games, so we entice our suitemates to join us in the fun. He gets the suitemate that is more experienced, so teams are fairly even. I had to teach big Al bridge, and endlessly repeat the specifics of points for rank, and the corresponding bids or passes one should make in different situations. My team consistently whips Alex's team in bridge and spades, but he usually comes out victorious in hearts. He becomes easily flusterd in bridge when I acknowledge his mistakes in taking a trick to get a bag or some other minute error, and he responds angrily. While it is funny to watch, he gets heated, and challenges my manhood through his comments. In the end though, we have found a very entertaining way to pass some of our extra free time.

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