American Pastimes
Despite a long history of hard-hitting football playing and excessive football watching, there was NO FOOTBALL in the Emmerich household on Thanksgiving. Nor was there any throwing around of a football in the yard.
No, we picked a more wholesome Thanksgiving activity: poker.
First we watched The World Series of Poker 2004 on ESPN. I asked aloud at least three times: "Why is ESPN showing poker? It's Thanksgiving! This is ludacris." Every time, someone agreed with me and changed the channel back to football. But the games were really boring and we kept switching back to poker.
We were stuffed. We lay on the couches sipping cider and beer, captivated for hours by the freaky card players with cowboy hair and bad accents and funky sunglasses worn upside down. It was kinda like a football game, except I left in the middle to take a two hour nap. All that fabulous cooking really takes it out of a girl. (And it was fabulous. I think I want to have Thanksgiving at my place every year. What? Did I just say that?)
Then, even before the World Series was over, we all got up and loaded our plates with more food, then sat down played poker for pennies. It was kind of frustrating at first that you don't get to see everybody's cards when the rounds are over. I mean, you NEVER find out what's really going on. Still, after only five or six rounds of help from my kick-ass father in law, I started rocking at poker.
We played Texas Hold 'Em and something involving Kings and the next card after the King being wild and a game called baseball, but not football. We played well into the night, and in the end, I got to keep all the pennies.
posted by le @ 5:23 PM
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