THE DAILY SCHMEAR
8th Edition
***********************
(I know this is getting repetitious, but
please widen your screen at this time)
Editors note: Please forgive the tardiness of this edition, but the entire staff has been busy working on the new Website. (Silverfox231.tripod.com) We would like to thank all of you who have been so encouraging in these efforts, especially Fran and JohnnieJean. In spite of the fact that everything we knew a week ago about web building would fit inside a cocked hat, (just what is a cocked hat, anyway? Does that have anything to do with going off half cocked? And are the two somehow related? Just wondering....) Anyway, the site is up and running and available for your viewing enjoyment. All the past editions of the Daily Schmear are posted there, so stop asking me for reruns just because your cheap computers might have broken down.
Thank you.
***************************************************
ten tips for timmy
(The following tip list was printed for my grandson
so that he could instantly look up from his computer
if a questionable situation arises.)
1) always follow suite........always
2) remember......points, not tricks
3) cut the called suite whenever possible.
(This is not an option.)
4) If not the partner, lead the called suite
5) if partner, lead trump (power, if possible)
6) never lead trump back to the picker after
cutting the called suite
7) never lead the called suite if you are
partner.
8) never save the power cards till the end
9) schmear whenever possible
10) always remember......long to, short thru
BY THE WAY, IT HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT CERTAIN OF YOU HAVE BEEN CASTIGATING MY GRANDSON, TIMMY (TIMAY198) FOR HIS SLOWNESS. PLEASE FORGIVE HIM; HE SIMPLY DOESN'T WANT TO MAKE A TYPICAL PROVIE MISTAKE, SO HE CONSULTS THE ABOVE ON A REGULAR BASIS. KINDLY REMEMBER THAT HE IS 12 YEARS OLD AND JUST BEGINNING A LIFETIME OF ENJOYMENT OF THE GAME, SO CUT HIM SOME SLACK, OK?? IF WE WISH TO CARRY THIS WONDERFUL GAME INTO THE FUTURE, WE NEED PEOPLE LIKE TIMMY, SO ID APPRECIATE IT IF YOU COULD BACK OFF JUST A TAD, OR YOULL HAVE ME TO DEAL WITH IN THE FUTURE.
THANK YOU.
*************************************************************
This weeks Editorial
All right, this is the last word on the subject, I promise. So many of you have weighed in on the subject of passing with a picking hand, (the subject of the last two editorials) that we feel compelled to give it this final treatment. (And I do mean final.)
I know how frustrating it can be to be forced to pass with an obvious winning hand; hell, nobody likes to do that. But remember the object of the game, OK? Picking on the ninth hand of the game when you are minus 44 is fruitless when you are attempting to win a game. Right?? I guess we all agree on that, but some of you are insisting that mauering is tantamount to treason or bed wetting, so I guess it bears repeating: Why pick when you have no chance of winning?? I know, I know...playing a winning hand is a lot of fun, but, as most of our subscribers agree, if it affords you no opportunity to win the game, it's very much like Hari Kari. Winning a hand and losing a game is foolish.
So, to illustrate my point, let me tell you a little story that my grandfather told me. Now, you must understand something about my grandfather. He was a brilliant but frustrated man; he had a remarkable mind and loved to invent things, but he always seemed to come up just a tad short, know what I mean? For instance, he invented WD39.......and Preparation G......and Six-Up. His entire life, he had come up just a hair short of becoming a multi-multi, you see? So naturally, he was bitter. But an astute story teller. Here's a story he told me about playing cards at a lumberjack camp when he was a young man.
It seems he had been playing all night and not having much luck when he finally got an unbeatable hand. Trying very hard not to give himself away, he astutely kept everyone in the hand and laid down his four-of-a-kind winning hand, only to have the guy across from him say:
"Ah, just a minute there, pal. I've got a Whamdoodle", whereupon he laid down a 2, 4, 6, 8, and 10 of every imaginable suite.
"What the hell is a Whamdoodle?" my grandfather inquired, growing weak in the knees.
All of his fellow card players pointed at a sign on the wall behind him, and there, plainly, was a sign that said "WHAMDOODLES BEAT EVERYTHING" And, of course, the picture on the sign showed the 2, 4, 6, 8 and 10.
Well, dejectedly, grampa gave up the pot and hocked his horse to stay in the game. Later in the evening, after building up his holdings again, grampa finally got dealt a Whamdoodle. Trying very hard not to show his excitement, he cleverly built up the pot to an astonishingly large amount, and proudly laid down his hand. Reaching for the pot, he was interrupted by all the other players:
"Hold on there, young fella," they said, pointing as one at another sign behind grampa. There on the wall was another sign that said "WHAMDOODLES ONLY GOOD ONCE A NIGHT"
Of course, the moral of the story is 'KNOW THE HOUSE RULES'!!! And playing Sheepshead on the computer forces us to play by Yahoo's rules. So please understand, this is not the game we all play on Saturday night around the kitchen table, OK? This is Sheepshead according to Yahoo, and we must play accordingly. Passing with a winning hand is part of the game if we wish to win the damned game, OK, so let's all just get used to it.
Or.......you could always play leasters??
The Editor
**********************************
Letters to the Editor Department
This weeks letter is from Obie Wan Washfiniakovski of Slaythefatted, Calif and he poses an interesting question: Is there intelligent life in the Universe?
Dear Sirs:
Can you please settle an argument that has been going on in my family for some time now. If you are looking at a photo of someone and the following is true, "Brothers and sister I have none, but this mans father is my fathers son," who is he? My fathers says its my son and my son says its my father, and I have no clue whatsoever. Whos in the damned picture?
Perplexed in Slaythefatted
Dear Perplexed
We can understand your consternation.....we have had the same argument here at the Schmear.
Our photographer claims that its your father, ....Gloria the mail carrier says its YOU, and Arnold the copy boy claims its his cousin, Cecil. Actually, if you give it some thought, Obie, it must be your son. Would not your sons father (you) be your fathers son?? (At least, thats what your Mother told him.)
*************************
Look for your next copy of The Daily Schmear soon..
at a computer screen near you.
(For those of you without computers, you can pick up a copy
of the Daily Schmear at any John Deere Whip Antenna Replacement Shop.)
PS Remember to check out our new Website at
Silverfox231.tripod.com/