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'The Sporting Life': … or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Start Loving to Lose
I must destroy Happy Jack.
I am a sporting man, a gambler, and man of leisure. I am a gentleman.
All the same, I must destroy Happy Jack.
The game is shuffleboard, an elegant game played by proud warriors in bars all across this land, and, perhaps not so surprisingly, on the lido deck of many a luxury liner cruising the high seas.
Happy Jack, the King of the Shuffleboard Table, has been in my nightmares, waking me up in the middle of the night with a cold sweat lining my tired brow, haunting me with visions of horrible and painful defeat.
“Heh, heh,” his raspy laugh taunts me. “Way too hard!”
And it’s true. The man is right. I’ve thrown the weight off the end of the board, yet again sealing my fate.
I am a loser.
I am a sporting man, a gambler, and man of leisure. I am a gentleman.
All the same, I must destroy Happy Jack.
The game is shuffleboard, an elegant game played by proud warriors in bars all across this land, and, perhaps not so surprisingly, on the lido deck of many a luxury liner cruising the high seas.
Happy Jack, the King of the Shuffleboard Table, has been in my nightmares, waking me up in the middle of the night with a cold sweat lining my tired brow, haunting me with visions of horrible and painful defeat.
“Heh, heh,” his raspy laugh taunts me. “Way too hard!”
And it’s true. The man is right. I’ve thrown the weight off the end of the board, yet again sealing my fate.
I am a loser.