David versus Goliath
After the resolutions of the New Year, we all seem to be rushed into the routine of work and rest. My aspirations of a more social existence with the people I am most closest to (apart from the missus and kids) have fallen away for the first three months of 2012. I was most gladened by the initative shown by one of the brethren (equally under the pump and stressed out) to take up the call to make leave for the 'card night' ritual at the factory in Blacknburn. Nothing like a diversion and something to look forward to with good friends.
The night started well - the eight of us chatted like chooks in the hutch, as if we have not seen ourselves for years and thoroughly being at ease. Thats what good friends are for - to fall back to basics with people that know the core of who you are and to be totally comfortable with. I am blessed to have a core of good mates and again I think to myslef that 'we do not do this enough'.
Then the cards and gambling begin.
It is all jovial, however we are all from the same background and money, however small, is relative to the context of competition. We all hate to lose especially to the perenial winner - lets call him 'Goliath' for the sake of anonyminity. He always wins. This is not luck - you can't always be lucky for 25 years. He is a good player, mature beyond his years, careful with his bets and always probing for a weakness in his opponents. Our standing joke is to handover the money at the start of the night to 'Goliath' to save ourselves 4 or 5 hours.
However tonight, 'Goliath' was met by 'David' the risk taker and on the side of the battlers. After a good run at poker, 'David' took on the bank for '21' which was akin to the biblical story of standing up against the odds. Normally this should have ended in a crushing win for Goliath, but occasionally divine intervention (like the day in the red sea over 2000 years ago), God decided that David would have his day in the sun and Goliath was to fall on the battelfield (ie., the card table).
So a history amongst our friends will recall the 'night of the 4 of spades' which dealt the fatal blow to Goliath and recorded the biggest winning hand played amongst us. Why? Only God knows as I should have lost that hand on balance!!
God works in mysterious ways - I know I will pay this small fortune back in time which I will most gladly do.
