Dear Cribbage,
We first met when I was eight, though my appreciation and recognition of your credence amongst card games came much later. It was my Memere who first suggested we convene. "Oh Kris, I'm about to consummate my skills with your Pepere and cribbage in the kitchen, would you like to join?" It sounded bawdy; I opted to watch. Next thing I knew, your bodily board was laid, your cards dealt, and ardent tension ensued after just two cribs. Unaware of the implications, I had boarded your kiddy-coaster peaking only to reveal the macho twister on the distant edge of the amusement park, desiring so to reach its glorious zenith. Pepere lashed out, "Ah HAH!" with his double double run th.bmp)
at would peg 16, while Memere maintained tenure of her composed demeanor. With her unrevealed Jack-Jack-Jack-5 hand, she gently closed her eyes and cut the deck, eager to re-clench her lead. Crib-Almighty-Bless-You, a 5 was cut (A stroke which I now know was undoubtedly a gift bestowed by your Cribbage Deity that reward those with skill and composed demeanors- I am working on the latter and will soon gain their favor). The pegging began. I was enthralled in your alien point system. The shouting of fifteens, 2,4,6,8! "Nobs, I'll surely skunk you now, hun!" Oh the insanity! Later that afternoon, after Pepere had finished Memere's perfunctory household duties (a small price to pay for his loss as his temper administered some bellowing of sorts) I decided we must court and I embarked upon my first game: the result of which was the onset of a prolonged record of defeat. Since that day, I've gained recognition for boosting even the most inexperienced and pitiful player's morale. It is not a reputation I had strived for, but it is one that I have come to accept and embrace with honor and pride. I'm trying to stay focused on the positive, you see. I hope you understand that I want this relationship as much as you do, honest! Just cut me some slack, and for Cribs sake, put out more. What do you say?
We first met when I was eight, though my appreciation and recognition of your credence amongst card games came much later. It was my Memere who first suggested we convene. "Oh Kris, I'm about to consummate my skills with your Pepere and cribbage in the kitchen, would you like to join?" It sounded bawdy; I opted to watch. Next thing I knew, your bodily board was laid, your cards dealt, and ardent tension ensued after just two cribs. Unaware of the implications, I had boarded your kiddy-coaster peaking only to reveal the macho twister on the distant edge of the amusement park, desiring so to reach its glorious zenith. Pepere lashed out, "Ah HAH!" with his double double run th
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at would peg 16, while Memere maintained tenure of her composed demeanor. With her unrevealed Jack-Jack-Jack-5 hand, she gently closed her eyes and cut the deck, eager to re-clench her lead. Crib-Almighty-Bless-You, a 5 was cut (A stroke which I now know was undoubtedly a gift bestowed by your Cribbage Deity that reward those with skill and composed demeanors- I am working on the latter and will soon gain their favor). The pegging began. I was enthralled in your alien point system. The shouting of fifteens, 2,4,6,8! "Nobs, I'll surely skunk you now, hun!" Oh the insanity! Later that afternoon, after Pepere had finished Memere's perfunctory household duties (a small price to pay for his loss as his temper administered some bellowing of sorts) I decided we must court and I embarked upon my first game: the result of which was the onset of a prolonged record of defeat. Since that day, I've gained recognition for boosting even the most inexperienced and pitiful player's morale. It is not a reputation I had strived for, but it is one that I have come to accept and embrace with honor and pride. I'm trying to stay focused on the positive, you see. I hope you understand that I want this relationship as much as you do, honest! Just cut me some slack, and for Cribs sake, put out more. What do you say? See you at dinner sweets,
Kristen
Kristen
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