It's that time of year - to head out into the country on Steinthal Road to the little cabin tucked away in the hills. It's time to park the snowmobile and turn on the generator. It's time for to play some Sheepshead.
The pile of quarters had dwindled significantly by the end of the night. The banker was keeping his eyes peeled. I kept hoping someone on the good side would crack. Or that I would somehow get Three Kings.