This week: They say it’s my birthday! (And they was right); a new guy fits in by not trying too hard to fit in; our good friend Dave puts the feed in Freed; World Cup fever grips the table for up to 73 seconds; and a cookie delivery goes terribly wrong.
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This week: Long Island in the house, yall! The night begins with a Mr. Magoo level of focus. We’re graced with an uncommonly lovely visitor. We eat broccoli and cookies, not necessarily in that order. Music is played. Plants are burned. A good time is had by most.
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This week: An old friend brings some new buds. Eddie tells Eddie stories. The Pope’s last words? Brace yourself for the latest version of “Gross Subway Stories.” Questionable music choices are made. One lucky player gets paid off with 4 Aces. And cousinly love provides a special moment.
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This week: A double edition of the Hammadown! Robin brings fancy-adjacent wines. We pretty actively don’t give a shit about the Super Bowl. Joe has a big night, begging the question, “Who are you and what have you done with Joe?” Cockman is offered a deal on cookies that he simply can’t pass up. Oh, and we play some poker. Almost forgot.
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This week: A longstanding rule is adamantly opposed by an infrequent player. Said player takes his frustration out on my screen door, which then leads up to a storybook happy ending. (But not the massage kind.) Joe orders pizza and makes sure we all know about it. Eddie cracks wise with some classics. And last game’s big winner is this game’s big loser. The cycle of poker-life continuous unabated.
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This week: We invite a new player to the table to show us how it’s done; a monster flush meets it’s exact match; stuff once rolled neatly in a small paper magically disappear; cookies are consumed, jokes are made; Eddie and Cockman kiss and tell… but not each other… not that there’s anything wrong with that.
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This week: We play for 2 weeks in a row for the first time in what feels like two decades. New chips hit the felt. New players join the club. Brothers and cousins battle it out. Freed falls asleep and makes up words. And, as usual, fun is had by all/most.
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This week: We celebrate an old friend with some Wonder-ful music; Eddie sits out the first few hands, though technically he stands out; Cockman and Clayton go head to head more than once; we laugh even more than usual, and at made-up things that are even weirder than usual; and we play cards that we bet money on.
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This week: For our last game of 2023, we do that voodoo that we do so well. Great music, great cards, shitty cards, great cards that are unfortunately not as great as someone else’s greater cards. A fine mix of new and used humorosity. Rod Stewart’s questionable diet is discussed. Joe shows that sometimes he really does know when to fold ’em. And Hank is all smiles… at least when he wins gigantic pots.
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This week: I unearth yet another Ye Olden Hammadown—this one not quite as olden as the previous, but still… what’s with my laziness?!
Our queen gets kings. Cigar-shaped objects are distributed. Jingles jangle. Jokes are told—old and new. And actual poker is played at certain intervals throughout the night.
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