Putting the fun
back in to Blackjack!

“Poor yourself an old red river spoonful, Kojack, it’s time to play some blackjack games.” – Yvette Fielding

You know, the older I get, the more I seem to get behind and even in-live with the cosmos. Yeah, those lucky stars way up in the sky seem to talk a little clear into my third ear. I feel like I know when good tiems are heading my way, and also when the clouds are gathering for some kind of losing storm. And right now the weather report says ‘A-OK’.

Sometimes when things go your way you can’t help but wanna play a few more games of blackjack. After all, that’s the reason you’re feeling so good, blue. But what you’ve gotta be careful of is spitting too many times into the old Mississippi wind. Hey, ain’t nothing worse than a faceful of your own cocky gob…

What I’m saying to you blackjack players is not to get too confident when you play. Sure, you can have a good time with the cards for a little while, but don’t you forget that those cards will just as soon slap you on the face than pat your head and clal you pretty. Ain’t no doubt it’s plain to see…

This summer when I hit the card table – in both life and cards – I’ll be saying a little mantra to myself to keep me down on this old Earth. It’s real simple but it’s for me and me alone. I’d hate to share my secret with you, dear readers, but secrets are called secrets because they are secrets. And sometimes things real are that simple.

So slip on your old crocodile shoes and head to the river for a barney, because gosh darn it you’re going to need to listening to the flow of Old Father Water as the find your own little head-saying.

Hey, you should listen when your head talks to you. That’s what it’s there for…