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Some people believe black is the opposite of snow white. I disagree. Red,
blood red, has always been the starker contrast. It was with this in mind
that I descended into the "Bucket of Blood" to hide from the forever-falling
snow. Here I can subvert the winter chill and use it as a subterranean
concrete blanket. Insulation. Blood pudding.
The Sanguine sanctum is a perfect place to go and reflect, regenerate,
prepare and Play Cards. "Growl" to be specific. One hundred and twenty
points. Must have a five to go twenty-five. Don’t have to go twenty. Ace
high in non-trump. Jacks out by the second round. Any talking across the
table will result in a misdeal. Total war.
Renege: to hold back or withdraw support. To incite rebellion. To piss your
opponents right off. There are people who do not believe in reneging. They
see it as immoral, unnatural, dishonest, and just plain nasty. Again, I
disagree. For me, reneging is the very essence of the game. Without the
scattered held back card, One Hundred and Twenties is reduced to a
mathematical exercise and I did not come down here for an Algebra lesson. I
came to fight.
The Five: El Presidente, the Big Kahuna, ten solid points, and, of course,
completely renegable. A real bastard. You really shouldn’t start a racket
without one.
The Jack: Second only to the five and renegable on everything. A Nazgul on
wings. A good smack in the mouth.
Ace of Hearts: The wildest card in the world. If you don’t have it you can
only hope that it’s not out there. Many a great hand humbled by its touch.
The evening begins predictably as the usual suspects descend into the molten
coloured pit and take their place like hyenas circling fresh kills. ‘Hells
Bells’ chugs in the background. A fitting beginning for tonight’s
soundtrack. We cast jacks for dealer and decide to play Six Way Call Your
Partner. Growl on acid. Got to keep one card so the dealer burns. Wicked.
It doesn’t take long for the "Bucket" to fill with smoke, and it is with
moistened eyes that I smash my ace of hearts down and almost through the
table, breaking the back of a brazen king of spades. That hurt. Must
remember to put mitts on for the next hand. An argument ensues. The first of
many, I hope. After all, isn’t that what this is all about? The vigorous
exchange of ideas. A stating of one’s case. Shaking an omnipotent fist into
the face of the almighty ace. There’s no room for sookey babies here, no
sir. This is Growl, God’s gift to Newfoundlanders to keep us from stabbing
each other to death during our homicidal winter.
So draw near at your peril, and watch your back. A card laid is a card
played. And remember, going in the hole is no big deal. You can always go
Slam.
No cares here,
Séan
Great Big Newsletter: Issue 13 — January 30, 2002
http://www.greatbigsea.com/mailinglist/news13.cfm
Walter Parsons
www.play120s.com