Last night, I took my first foray into Hearts. ‘Twas an interesting adventure, I’ll give you that.
After some encouraging from Misschrome, I hopped into an open 4-top at the Inn, and tried my hand at Hearts.
Let me preface the rest of this dissertation by stating a simple fact: I’ve never, EVER played Hearts before in my life. Heck, I’ve only ever played Spades once before, in the Navy, about 10 years ago (even then I was kicked out of the game for lack of aptitude).
So, suffice it to say I was deftly beaten. I just kept whipping cards out, and earned a hefty share of hearts and even the Queen of Spades (I’ll leave out her common moniker, as I am attempting to be a gentleman here). I was soundly whooped, so I went off and found a book that I’d chucked into my garage many years ago; a book on card games.
After an hour of reading (and a few ‘practice’ hands), I was back at the table, and felt that I had a good enough understanding of the game not to embarrass myself. Turns out, I’m not the one who should have thought about embarrassment.
I was holding my own, skillfully ridding myself of high cards and watching as the 3 other players acquired heart after heart. Then, on the fourth hand, a crewmate advised me I should take a look at chat. See, I have a fairly common ‘medical’ condition in Puzzle Pirates know as ‘puzzle vision’….when I play a game, I focus 100% on the game alone. The house could be on fire, I’d have no clue until the game was over. Yeah, I know, I need to grow up 😛
Anyway, the player to my left (who I shall not name for the sake of his integrity) had been ‘cursing’ me up and down for the previous 3 hands. Apparently, I was ‘teaming up’ on him and was a moron because I didn’t hold onto a queen card (*shrug*).
Others at the various gaming tables were laughing at his sputtering and my apparent lack of caring.
The remainder of the game mattered not, as the gentleman to my right decided to Shoot the Moon, and we all apparently let him. At this point, I’d heard about a Moon Shot, but didn’t really understand it, and thus didn’t see the ‘warning signs’ of what he was doing. So, the game ended and we all went our separate ways.
That, apparently, wasn’t enough for the aggrieved gentleman. He decided to follow me from game to game and toss out insults for the remainder of the night.
Honestly, I found nothing wrong with my play (or my winnings, which were about 50/50 for the night). He, however, decided that it was more important to vent his anger at having a bad day at cards on me.
Never once did I respond to his rants. I just ignored him. Sometimes, that’s worse than actually confronting someone, but I’m too old to be baited into a ‘screaming match’ through a game.
So, here’s what I learned while playing Hearts:
1. If someone seems to be collecting hearts, they’re going for a Moon Shot. Break the cycle, if you can.
2. Bring the jug of Sangria over to the computer desk. Its much easier than sprinting to the kitchen in between books.
3. Pee before you get into a game.
4. Taunting your fellow players does nothing to increase the fun level of the game.
5. Parlour games can be just as fun as Pillages or other Puzzle Pirates games, if you can find a good group to play with.