The twenty-eight point hand
June 6, 2010
In all the umpteen-gazillion hands of cribbage I’ve played over the last 20+ years, I’ve never even seen one of these, much less had one of my own:
That’s a 28-point hand, that is. The only way to score any higher would be to replace the king with the jack of hearts – the fabled 29-point hand, of which I’ve only heard. My father says he got one, once. Confirmation of that event has, however, been scarce.
In case you’re wondering: yes. This did lead to a skunking.
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While I don’t brag about much, I will talk trash about cribbage:
I will flog you like a rented mule, TrogloWeenie.
When might be an appropriate time to visit some humiliation upon you, one wonders?
You know, I have not seen a cribbage board outside of Wisconsin.
Hey! 28 is my number in softball! People ask if I am honoring Prince Fielder, but it’s the other way around. I was wearing 28 back in Racine before Prince was even born.
I can attest to your dad’s 29 pointer. It was against me. Bummer!
I was more of a 19 guy.
I learned how to play cribbage in the ninth grade, on a week long science trip. The cribbage games at night with the teachers is the ONLY THING that I remember of that trip. On the final night, I scored a 28, to the shock of all playing and watching, including me. There was a story told a man and his grown sons who played once a week, and after about thirty years, a 29 was scored. The hand was framed and new decks of cards opened. Congrats to the player whose hand it was.
Deal
Agnes: finally, somebody who knows how to appreciate a good cribbage hand.
Brian, all the more reason to never leave Wisconsin.
Fred, Smitty, please don’t embarrass yourselves any further.
Steve, it was a better story when I could pretend he was making it up. How much did he pay you?
Lance, you got nothin’.
When you’ve hair #1, let’s arrange a showdown.
Um, Smitty, you’re the one with one hair.
Online cribbage? Really? How do you know if you’re both still on the same beer?