JT and I play all sorts of card games……Phase 10, Skip Bo, Monopoly Deal…..no matter the game, there is one truism: I get shellacked. And on the way, he talks smack like nobody's business. Last week, he proposed that we play Go Fish and I figured it would be yet another opportunity for him to administer a humiliating beat-down to his Mama. Much to my surprise, it seems I've got some mad Go Fish skills. And it's not just that I win the occasional game. I'm winning far more than 50% of the time. I could totally take this skill on the road and become some sort of Go Fish champion.
Naturally, he's taken to explaining to me (in the sort of patient voice used for toddlers and the simple-minded) that it's a game of random luck and that this run of victories does not represent some skills, as much as chance. But whether it's luck or skill, I'll take it. And if you're planning to come over to my house, be prepared to get your booty kicked when I deal out the cards. People, I'm a Go-Fish machine.
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