Sunday, April 13, 2008

Sheldon kept my wife up last night

The weather man was wrong again last night, so St. Paul Katie drove herself to the poker game on Thomas Avenue.
Earlier in the week, dire predictions of deep snow made Kathleen declare she'd not go unless her driver took her there. He could watch baseball in the other room while Miss Daisy played cards, she suggested.
The streets were cold as hell last night, but they were dry. So Katie, who had forgotten to go to the bank Saturday morning, borrowed her stake, and headed out alone into the miserable Minnesota evening for an away game.
The gang was all there at Mr. and Mrs. Anderson's Saturday Night Poker Fiesta. Host Sheldon Anderson is a professor at Miami University in Ohio, where he guides America's youth through the vagaries of Eastern European History. What happens to America's youth on Saturday nights is none of his business. He has his own vice, playing poker with his wife, Kristi, under the alias "Da Professor."
Da Professor had a run of bad luck early last night, but kept dipping into the children's college fund to stay in the game. This, according to St. Paul Katie, who opened our garage door on the darker side of midnight this morning, before crawling into a warm bed with an anxious husband.
Turns out it was Sheldon who had encouraged all the winners to keep the game going last night, hoping for enough time to win his money back. Tiger Woods will have the same problem today. He's on a run of birdies at Augusta, but may run out of holes before overtaking the young studs bent on their own green jacket.

Cards were dealt in the new Anderson poker room. Ground was broken a year ago for this grand addition to the homestead (see photo) and St. Paul Katie found the new digs most spacious and playable.
We are unaware of the precise financing arrangements for this project, but remain hopeful they are not linked to Da Professor's poker prowess. Sheldon did not win the green jacket last night. Despite employing his best skills in cajolery and shaming to extend the game, the leaders held on to their riches, and when St. Paul Katie returned home with tales of glory, she replaced every nickel of Stan's stake into the white sweat sock under the bed.
Her winnings? You should know, Sheldon, that you may have been able to keep my wife up late last night, but when I watch the Tiger finish up late this afternoon, you will be paying for the pizza and snacks.