This week: We eat, drink, smoke, and be merry. The average age of the players is revealed and if there was an over/under bet going on, you’d want to go with the over. New jokes are told; old jokes are told; even older jokes are told. All are enjoyed. Weird candy gets ignored. Poker chips fall apart.
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This week: Over the street and through the tunnels to Cockman’s house we go. Greasy food goes fast when the felt isn’t the only “green” in the house. Art is in the red eyes of the beholder. Adam is encouraged by everyone to set up a Thrust Fund for his children. And guess who used to be a bartender and has proof!… if you care to see it.
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The return of Lizz Winstead! (You betcha!) We go 8 strong with players averaging 25+ years at the EBPG. Robin Henley and I drink wine that came recommended by the guy who sold it to her. Two royal flushes are faked in the same hand. Safe space, smafe space. And did someone mention Poodle vagina?
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The Eddie Brill Poker Game welcomes back some fine familiar faces. Cockman has the best line of the night. Two old men are bewildered by modern technology. The cost of reading glasses these days is outrageous! Weed is played and music is smoked… or is it the other way around? And Lady Luck has a first name: it’s R-O-B-I-N.
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No more five month layoffs for the EBPG! The gang is back at the table and eager to purge themselves of immeasurable stores of silliness. We eat a stupid amount of food (minus the usual box of cookies), listen to a completely unpredictable variety of music, tell hilarious barely-ever-before-heard stories and jokes, and almost everybody gets in on the feel-good feeling of big-pot sweeping.
Big Pot Sweeping: It’s big-pot sweeping the nation!
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This long-awaited edition of The Hammadown was even longer-awaited because it took me over two weeks to make sense out of the notes I scribbled while pretending I was in possession of my basic faculties.
But the wait is over!!
Food is shared, chips are exchanged, jokes are enjoyed, and weed is smoked and eaten. And it was all with the fully-vaccinated confidence that, on this joyous eve, none of us would die of anything other than age-related heart failure.
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Our next game might not be for a while because some a-hole named Corona Virus seems to want desperately to join us even though he knows full well that none of us want him there. So we’ll probably lay low for a while until he skips town or just stops being such a killjoy shithead.
But that is now and this was then. A new guy shows us how we should have been doing it all along; Dave Freed becomes “the cursed child”; And we all tell our favorite Jonathan Katz jokes.
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It’s not every day Eddie Brill has a birthday. So, when he does we like to wait a couple more days and then play poker. This chapter of the Hammadown includes old jokes but good jokes; a tone-deaf message from O.J.; why four 8’s is better than three; Music and food; Charlie the dog gets up to no good; TV-watching recommendations; And Tom Jones, baby!
We always said it would take a worldwide pandemic to keep us from playing… and we was right!
The Eddie Brill Poker Game hadn’t shuffled up or “dealed” for 202 days, but that all changed last week and here be the highlights.
Also, the regular attendees of the EBPG share their favorite memories of our friend, Vic Henley, who would have turned 1 year older today. If only…
This fine edition of The Hammadown is lovingly presented to the public on the anniversary of the “drop-down day” of The Hammadown’s original editor-in-spleef, Weeeyum Stephenson. It contains stories of wrong dealings, joke tellings, pizza deliverings, antics havings and an ending so shocking you’ll have to read it to believe it.
Spoiler Alert: It’s actually a pretty standard ending…
