I started playing cards when I was 4 or 5. Not actual playing cards. More like faux-playing cards. In the era and area in which I lived, real playing cards were considered a tool of the devil. Not being a big fan of the devil, I steered clear of the real thing. We played ROOK. ROOK is a game with four different colors and numbers from 1-14. The instruction manual for ROOK is filled with directions for games that seem a bit similar to games you might play with…say, devil cards. But ROOK was OK since no royalty or fancy symbols were involved. Keep it simple. Colors and Numbers. The road to hell is paved with spades and clubs… When you say ROOK to anyone who plays ROOK it is assumed you are talking about a bidding game often played in teams. There are regional rules about whether “the bird” is played high (NO!), low (DUH!) or the dreaded 10 1/2 (STUPID!). It is a really good game. One that can go on for hours or overnight in attempt to save your ROOK EGO. It is no surprise that blog-Stedman is also a gamer. He plays a mean ROOK game and his family introduced me to “42”. 42 is a bidding game played in teams with dominoes. If you see a table of old men on a Texas front porch playing dominoes, they are playing 42. The similarities between ROOK and 42 go far beyond their obvious avoidance of a pact with the devil using actual playing cards. If you play one game, you will be quick to learn the other. Years have passed and the devil has put his foot in the Nirvana door with poker. And the corruption doesn’t end with my generation. Kids play poker too. We are counting on Ivy League Universities to be offering poker scholarships by the year 2019. Ryan(7) has been playing for awhile. He is a frighteningly aggressive better with a tendency to over-value his hands. Reid prefers to play on a team. There are no teams in poker! Our latest convert is Rhett who at 3 y/o on any given hand is a wild card. A few days ago my mom walked into the house finding the boys and I playing cards at the kitchen table. Rhett: Wanna play poker, grandma? Grandma: I don’t know how. Ryan: We will teach you. The devil’s work here is done.



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  1. I suck at poker. Mostly because my poker face is like this:

    Good hand = Eyes wide and big smile with teeth showing. Legs shaking under table.

    Bad hand = Head thrown back, tears in eyes.

    Needless to say, I won’t be winning any championships anytime soon.

  2. Okay, my computer just bumped all my witty comments, so this is the best I can do. Benjy ‘taught’ Jessie how to play poker, and then lost five dollars to her. 🙂

  3. Most families go to church or spend the holidays doing loving family-together things or something like that over Christmas. My family has a great big casino, with different tables set up all over the house and a rulebook and official t-shirts that we made and everything. The devil has been very busy in my family.

  4. My grandpa taught us how to play poker and my mom was horrified one day to find my younger brother teaching all the neighbor kids to play, betting with Cheerios.

  5. Hahahaha! I love Rook! Brings back many college-era memories of staying up all night to play just ONE MORE HAND.

  6. I started playing sitting on my dad’s knee. But, we always played the real game. And, I can remember shocking the adults by taking a pot or two by the time I was 4 or 5.

  7. Dude, no matter how many times I see Blog Stedman, it always stops me cold and I do the dreaded Silent Laugh thing at work.

    And I LOVE the new blog design! Please tell me it hasn’t been this way for six months and I’m just a loser, right here in public, and all.