So we tend to stay up late and play games at Camp Freedom, especially during the winter. You win some and you lose some, but sometimes you
really win. I seem to have become one of those people that takes pictures with his phone. I don't do it a lot, but I've come to appreciate being able to capture a moment.
This moment happened sometime in in 2014, and scrolling through these pictures on my phone I figured it would be a good thing to share.
So Eric and I play cribbage a lot. He tends to win (because he cheats), but every once in a while I can somehow manage to out maneuver him. In this particular case, the card gods must have wanted to see me win, and were willing do anything to make it happen.
I dealt.
Look at these cards! Have you ever seen something amazing! I crushed it 6 ways to Sunday!
The look on this face! Disbelief, hopelessness, bewilderment, and I think I detect a hint of relief that is is just over.
A short while later, Guthrie did it to me:
Let's get a closer look at those cards...
Is there a moral to the story?
