It seems a man is never too old to be taught a lesson by old dad. Charlie Berens brings us a Father’s Day story where the patriarch isn’t mean, stupid, or evil, just really good at cribbage. Watch
13 Comments on Charlie and the Cribbage Board
Comments are closed.
I learned to play cribbage when I was in the service. Then I got out and went home and taught all my old friend how to play. These days I play every few years with my cousin.
Charlie Berens is fun
My dad and my uncle taught my son how to play cribbage. They were masters at it and would almost always beat my son at cribbage. It was one of my son’s favorite things to play cribbage with his grandfather and learn from him at playing cribbage at least once a week or so. My son needs to teach me to play cribbage, he inherited my dad’s handmade cribbage board after my dad died 5 years ago.
Playing cribbage has got to be better than playing cornhole (why’d they name it cornhole) with my son and all his friends and his many cousins.
We had cribbage tournaments in my dorm in college. It was a nice way to meet have a few beers and get better at this game. I haven’t played since but want to get back to it some day.
In our house, my Dad thought us all cribbage and chess before we were 5. I didn’t get really good at either until I was a few years older.
My Navy buddies learned very quickly to not play me cribbage for money.
I thank my Dad for taking the time to teach me those games (among a hundred other things).
In the town I grew up in, Euchre was the big card game. At one time (long long ago) it was the most popular card game in the country, but now no one outside western NY and parts of Pennsylvania and Ohio have ever heard of it.
Cornhole sucks cornhole.
I was in trouble quite often in high school for Tonk. I was the guy to be wary of. We had a tiny deck of cards and would and could play just about anywhere. If I had more than about 15 cards in my hand you’d be giggling that I was an asshole. Then I would crush my enemies, see them driven before me, and hear the lamentations of the women.
Then I played rummy with my wife (I think rummy is gay)… and it took me 20 years of marriage to play cards with my wife. I don’t think a gentleman should play cards with his wife. It’s unseemly.
She whooped my ass. I was like, let me deal that shit. She whooped my ass again. She keeps getting good cards… and she whooped my ass again.
I used to make 10, 15 dollars a day playing tonk. I was a tonk MASTER.
She knows how to whoop your ass.
15 – 2.
I’ve got 19…again.
Strip gin or strip poker with the wife was always fun, there was never a loser and always two winners.
29
And then he asked, “What is the significance of the number?”