As another week slowly drifts away – in tandem with my weak memory – I become increasingly aware that recalling noteworthy events from the last game has been overshadowed by all the not worthy events I think I can almost remember. At least until people correct me. Ah well, if ignorance is bliss, I’m probably as happy as Larry. And I did see Larry this week (he wasn’t happy).
In the words of Flight Of The Conchords, let’s get down to business. This week’s game involved 7 players vying (and no doubt, lying) for the victory. Rusty couldn’t make it this week, but Sam returned after a long absence from the game and, as he made the first exit, proclaimed himself somewhat rusty. In the name of balance, fairness and equality, I shall henceforth refer to Rusty as sam. Not Uncle Sam, not Uncool Sam, just somewhat sam.
Robert had been keen to play – arriving first, but leaving in 6th place – obviously wanting to return home to see his little one {slanderous knob joke removed from here}. In 5th place it was last week’s dumb luck wiener, aka Steve, who was clearly in a hurry to witness the rest of the game in detail so he had something worthwhile to forget.
Zack came fourth, but has yet to multiply, whilst my tip-top top tip for the top spot (Hadley) ran out of chips to bubble in third, before running out of our own theatre of broken dreams.
Which meant that the heads up was between Tom and Sean – both leading contenders in the league, both of whom would be scoring points. As I weighed the possibilities of the result that would undoubtedly narrow my slender lead at the top of the table, a single thought crossed my mind. I say thought, it wasn’t exactly deep, and it was neither big nor clever – it was simply, “bollocks!”
I’d resigned myself (no wonder I lost) to the fact that, despite being the world’s best heads-up player (source: Folk Legends Of Czechia), Sean (Mr. Consistent) had had a run of second places, and Tom had had a run of very nice cards. That meant Tom would likely be a mere 5 points behind me in the league.
After a lot of to and fro, the result went Sean’s way, and he edged into second place, passing both Tom and Ug, who are only marginally behind.
Tune in for next week’s League Table Update – incorporating my next weak showing, entitled, Recollections Of An Amnesiac, by Al Zeimer. I’ll try to remember to write it.