Super Bowl Weekend: Part Two ©

4pm rolled around and I had all the food cook and chopped up into mouth-sized bits.
The broiled chicken breasts were sitting in a pool of fresh lemon marinade while they were still hot to soak some of the flavour up.

What I did different this time was that instead of making everyone up all the time going for food I put up a couple of small tables to put trays next to people so no one had to get up other than to go to the washroom.

No sooner that I said “Done” to myself, the doorbell rang and the first player was here to be followed by the rest ten minutes later, the party was on.
Everyone piled the cases of beer next to the fridge and the bottles of rum and brandy on the counter and sat down to play some poker.

Archie was the vocal one most of the time like always and was passing around the plastic shooter glasses filled with brandy to everyone.
Today we had a new player playing with us, which pisses Archie off to no end because the new players always need help and advice.
He thinks that if you’re going to be playing with us you should have at least 20 years experience.

Everything was going pretty good for about two hours, the new guy didn’t bug Archie to much and the football game was about to start so I pulled out the food that I had in the ovens and passed the trays around.

Archie started bugging everyone to bet on the game.
He was taking the Patriots of course and giving 7 points to boot.
It doesn’t matter if the bookmakers are saying 12 points, Archie knows better.
No one wanted to take up the offer but the new guy who said he didn’t know much about the two teams playing but would bet him two bucks straight up with no handicap.
Archie jumped up on that and called him a sucker on top of it.

It wasn’t long before the Giants put one through the uprights for three points, causing Archie’s eye to twitch.
The guys ribbed him about it but Archie just assaulted them back with his bitter tongue.
In the second quarter the Pats came back and scored to take the lead with a touchdown adding fuel to Archie loud bellowing voice.
It’s a good thing I know the neighbours.

At the halftime show, Tom Petty scared the fuck out of everyone in the kitchen and we all ran for the washroom.
Someone has to talk to Tom.
He looks like a fucken scraggly old witch.
Has he been playing with Michael Jackson again?

After the small break we sat down and started playing again.
I had been loosing steady the whole nigh and it wasn’t like I was loosing on stupid hands, I lost some big pots with some big hands.

Archie to was loosing but his luck had seemed to have turned as had the Patriots’ at the end of the half.
He had won a couple of small pots and was now poised to win a big one against the new guy.
Archie was bullying him with raises but the new guy kept calling until the end and the showed their cards and Archie had a full house but the new guy had a straight flush hearts.
He asked Archie who won.
The look he gave him should have killed the new guy but it only aged him a few years.

Archie opened his mouth to say something and the Giants scored a touchdown and Archie forgot about the poker and flipped out about the football.
It was about this time the door went off and there was a guy there that isn’t liked by many of the crowd that was here that night.
He was one of us once but he fell off the edge completely and is now a neurotic bum.
At one time he had it all, it’s a short fall to the bottom.

I told him I would let him in but he would have to shut up and do what I told him, to get some food and a beer and go after he was done.
When some of them saw him follow me back into the kitchen it was Archie that said something first and I told him that this was my house and my rules.
He eats has a couple of beers and goes and there wasn’t any negotiating.
I won’t let him leave hungry and he looked like he needed it.
His clothes probably hadn’t been washed in months.

For the next hour I played referee until buddy had his fill of food and beer then left and a good thing because the Patriots scored to take the lead once more.
Archie needed all the space back there to wobble around in joy in.
He was so glued to the game now that he stopped playing poker and cheered on the Pats to a victory………….lost.

Oh yeah………….it was like a fucken volcano erupting spewing all sorts of shit all over the place.
The red face resembled the burning lava as it rushes down the side of this mammoth mountain.
He was so fucken mad……….He grabbed his coat and left.
I mean he up and got up and dressed and WALKED HOME.
He never walks ANY WHERE.

BUT WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s not over.

The new guy walked up to him and said, “You owe me two bucks”.

Have a nice day

Walker