Our own March Madness

So Jeff and I got the kids to bed on time, which is blog worthy itself, and decided to play a game of crib. This has been one of Jeff's new favorite past times lately. He made his own crib board out of a scrap piece of wood we had in the garage and now whenever someone comes over (ok, only my dad and grandpa Johnson) he asks them if they have time for a game of crib. They always beat him but he still gets a huge kick out of this game.

I am a long time crib "knower how to player" which means my dad taught me when I was younger and I have watched him and my grandpa Froberg play this game a million times but never really got into it.....until now that I have my own homemade crib board and a husband who is fascinated by the game.

So tonight it was on. Jeff likes to play me because he usually beats me, this is true of most games we play together, which is annoying but I get over it.

So Jeff has the lead for basically our entire game of crib. I would occasionally get a really good hand and almost catch up only to be followed by his, better hand, and a greater lead.

So the game is ending, Jeff has a 27 point lead and is 1 point away from winning, he thinks it's in the bag and I'm ready to smile and say, "good game, babe." He get's this smirk on his face that says, "I'm the winner, you're the looser, hahaha." I hate this look, it's so obvious and silly and he really can't help his face when it turns into this shape.

I ignor the look and the smirk and look at my hand......"I think this could be my break," is what I say, really nonchalantly to not give anything away. I score 25 points and Jeff scores 0! Really 0! I am only down by 2 needing 3 points to win the game. What happens next? It's Jeff's crib so I lay down first:

Me: 4

Jeff: 7 makes 11

Me: 4 makes 15 for 2

NOW WE ARE TIED WITH 1 POINT TO WIN

Jeff: 10 for 25

Me: 6 for 31 Wooo Hooo (I now have the ugly smirk on my face)

Jeff: Now can we play strip poker?

Too bad the Huskies couldn't have that sort of comeback today!