the rout

I went over to my great aunt's place yesterday afternoon to visit and play some cribbage, my favourite card game. Now, I wish I hadn't bothered--she smoked me in four straight games and it was a bit of an embarrassment. I consider myself an above-average cribbage player, but I was definitely missing my favourite whipping boy, Mikey, whom I used to beat on a regular basis (contrary to what I guarantee he will comment when he reads this). Aunt Verna was killing me! I tried everything, but she seemed to have an answer for every play I made. In the last game I finally, for all intensive purposes, gave up because I obviously couldn't compete. It seems like the moment cribbage players hit the age of 60, they are unbeatable. My Nana and Papa CANNOT be beaten, unless you drug them or otherwise impair them. It is impossible to win a game against either one of them. Hopefully I, too, will inherit the post-60 crib genius and be as unbeatable as my relatives! I have a dream...