<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Cards on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/cards/</link><description>Recent content in Cards on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/cards/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Perfect Setup</title><link>/stories/2015/06/26/the-perfect-setup/</link><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/06/26/the-perfect-setup/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
 A young husband decides to seek revenge on a bitch of a wife who is about to divorce him.  With the help of an old con artist-card sharp, he creates the perfect setup to con her into a divorce on his terms. But there is always a joker in the deck and things don’t turn out exactly as he had planned.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>It's Just a Game</title><link>/stories/2014/06/16/its-just-a-game/</link><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/06/16/its-just-a-game/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;A full house, that&amp;rsquo;s hard to beat. Just three ways it can be beat. I&amp;rsquo;m betting everything,&amp;rdquo; I thought.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I slowly push the chips to the center of the table and slowly withdraw my hand. I don&amp;rsquo;t grin, wink, sneeze, or even breathe for ten to fifteen seconds.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I watch my opponent carefully wondering what he will do. He lays his cards face down on the table and says, &amp;ldquo;Let&amp;rsquo;s make this interesting. Loser buying dinner is already a given but also gets tied up. Wanna bet??&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Four Of A Kind</title><link>/stories/2013/08/10/four-of-a-kind/</link><pubDate>Sat, 10 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/08/10/four-of-a-kind/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The bell chimes. I glance at the clock. 7:45. It&amp;rsquo;s Hank. Has to be Hank. He&amp;rsquo;s always early. Of the three he&amp;rsquo;s my least favorite, one of those loud-talking, jolly types, but he and Rod are bff, so there you go.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey! Amigo! Que pasa?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We go into the kitchen, I crack open a couple of beers, then head into the den. The sports channel is on the TV. Soccer highlights. Hank grabs the remote and thumbs it until he finds baseball.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>