I have written of the “high drama” here at the house as the “Championship of the World” crib tournament is being held between my Aunt Isabel and myself.
I described it as high drama, I could also say: tension filled the room, with much thought and care going into each card being played. I could say that but none of it would be true. There was a lot of laughing and joking, a great time being had. The results you may wonder about. Each game was close, with both fighting to peg points a the finish.
Hum, well how do I word this, I lost again. I consider this to be only a minor set back as we are about to go at it again.
I will point out I did consider myself “world champion” this morning. How did this come about may be asked. This morning I remembered something Aunt Isabel said last night. “I will leave it up to you as to when we have the actual tournament.”
This morning I am up, it is 5:00am. I am sitting at the kitchen table sipping my morning coffee. Her words came back to me and I realized I can call for the official tournament anytime I like. Yeah, there is no time like the present. I decided the official tournament would be held at 5:10am this morning. I mean she did say I could call it for anytime I wanted.
Now this did present me with a bit of a moral dilemma. At that time she was still in bed sleeping. Being a gentleman, I decided it was way to early to even consider knocking on the bedroom door to wake her up. I felt it was best to let her get her sleep.
What to do though, the official tournament time had been announced. The time came and went. As she failed to show up, the official judge (me) declared she had lost by default, forfeiting the title and I was in fact the new champion.
I was able to bask in the glory of being the champion. I “basked” right up until the moment she actually got her hands on a deck of cards. My time of basking was then brought to an abrupt halt.
Ah, back to try again.