I can count the number of times I’ve been in a fight in my life on Stubby’s left hand (0).
That’s not to say I haven’t had my run-ins, tiffs, quarrels, disagreements, confrontation, argument, or push-off but that’s about where it ends. I suppose I’ve always figured that I would lose any fight I was in so why even mess with the whole defeat aspect and avoid the fight all together (some say I’m a lover not a fighter, or they call me a wimp). Maybe it was my tape-wormish figure I had the majority of my life, maybe it was fear of failure, maybe it was I was faster than everyone else, maybe I wasn’t suppose to fight until now.
I’m really looking forward to the holidays that are coming up because I feel like I missed them last year (being manic and all for X-mas and building my way there at Thanksgiving). Growing up my favorite part of the holidays wasn’t the food, the stories, the gifts, the family, none of that traditional stuff, I loved Euchre. For my southern friends you’ll have to google that game and will probably hate on it (just like you hate on everything North, we do the same to the South anyways) but for everyone else you know what I’m talking about.
Nothing caps the family get together off quite like being in the barn and milking those udders in front of your Uncles. I have determined that there are two ways to play Euchre, each effective in their own right. The first is the traditional honest and rule fearing way that the majority of the world plays, and then there’s the table talk, reneging, and questionable methods of play way. I like to play the latter of the two, it’s just a little more fun (be easy on me it’s not totally my fault, it runs in the family; right Aunt Nene).
There have been some consequences for my actions and I’d like to share one of those times with everyone. The year was somewhere around the late nineties and I was early into my hoops earrings stretch of my life. It was the Thompson Family Christmas (with live reenactment of the Nativity Scene, dibs on Joseph) and the games of Euchre were starting to heat up. Being the two oldest Cuzin Jen and I of course played together (she’s just an innocent bystander) and were locked up against Aunt Nancy and her insignificant partner for this story. The game is close and we squeak out a couple point victory on a hand that I cheat with. Aunt Nancy was having trouble figuring out why she lost the final hand so I remark with a smirk:
“Well I’ve been reneging the whole time.”
Aunt Nancy storms out of the room and refuses to play Euchre with me to this day. It’s crazy to think about sometimes that I’m going to spend the rest of my life fighting something that is stronger, bigger, smarter, more experienced, relentless, intimidating, craftier, and overall just a sonofabitch that fights any way but fair (I’ve mentioned this before). It makes me laugh to think that I avoided fights my entire life and now I’m going to be fighting in one with an opponent that simply is better than me for the rest of my life. It’s probably a good thing I like to cheat.
Since many of my manic experiences involve music I’ve decided to add random music videos to the blog for my enjoyment and your inconvenience. Enjoy!