The Club feels nice and familiar after a long stay last year. I walk in and approach the bar, and in a dimly lit corner, a man sits with his guitar playing the classic, The Gambler:
"Now if you don't mind me sayin', I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of your whiskey, I'll give you some advice..."
I wasn't even thinking about whiskey til that line, but now it seems like a great idea. I order and engage in conversation with the bartender.
"What was your last move?"
"Flipped Hewett for a fellow called Atkins. I'm telling you, he's going places..."
"What makes you so sure?"
"Oh nothing really. Just a hunch. But I'll have a lot of fun finding out if I'm right!"
"Said if you're gonna play the game, boy,
You better learn to play it right..."
"You got to know when to hold 'em..."
But that's not what I hear. Instead, our friend has changed the words to something more appropriate for the clientele, and I can't help but chuckle to myself:
"It just takes a little luck,
Pick your two best rucks,
Get all your rookies right,
And nail all your guns...
The singer knows he's caught me out, he makes eye contact with me and smirks.
"He loves tripping up the newbies like that," I hear from behind the bar. "Don't take it personally!"
You never count your scoring, on a Friday 'fore your captain,
There'll be time enough for counting, when the Sunday's done!"
Drink in hand, it's time to renew acquaintances with my fellow attendees, sharing stories of how many rucks have been through our sides, cursing taggers as a blight on the game, and why-oh-why didn't I trade for Todd Goldstein earlier...
"Every coach, he knows
That the secret to surviving
Is knowing who to fade away..."
An audible groan fills the room at this point.
"And knowing who to keep,
Not every team's a winner, most of them are losers,
And the best that you can hope for is a grand for the week..."
"Only a short stay for me this year, folks. Starting Monday I'm on a big new adventure into the world of teaching. But for now, I'm going to enjoy this weekend..."
"And somewhere around the grounds, The Bont made his break even,
And in these final rounds I've found a captain I can keep!"
Polite applause greets the conclusion of the song, immediately followed by the murmur of conversation and the flowing of drink and banter in equal measure.