The Beer Traveller

When Rick asked if I’d be interested to play poker with some of the local Rednecks, I jumped at the chance.  I enjoy a good game of Poker, but also knew it’d be some quality entertainment.  Jerry had converted a under utilized tool shed into a full fledged poker room.  This included being a good distance from the main house, full size refrigerator, utility sink, air conditioning (it is the South), full size poker table w/ leather wrist rests, & a computer to keep track of changing blinds.  There were eight of us & it was obvious these guys have done this once or twice.  They had the system down w/ the chips pre-counted, buy-in set, & pizza was already waiting when we arrived.  The good news was that for all this focus on poker, everybody was still laid back in regards to play.
Like any good poker game, you always have the characters; this included a couple guys from the mill, a retiree from the mill, a county worker, the pharmacist, a beer traveller, & of course Speedy the 400# tax man.  I bring up his rather large stature only to paint a better picture of his nickname.  I wouldn’t consider myself a bad poker player, but I didn’t win 1 hand in all of the 1st two games.  I finally came in 3rd place in the final game only to find out there’s no 3rd place payout in the final game.
For those players that lost their money early, there was always Corn-hole back behind the shed.  Corn-hole, I believe, is a southern invention that consists of throwing bean bags at a slightly sloped piece of plywood w/ a hole in it.  It seems like I may have played something similar as a kid, but it’s ‘slightly’ more exciting w/ several beers & trash talking.  The objective…yep, get it in the hole!  Two pts in & one pt. if it lands on the wood.  Pts cancel the opposing teams as their are 2 different colored beanbags in play.
The night ended with me having much much less money than I went with, but some good laughs & a new skill-set…corn-hole!