How to Play Double Bid Euchre Part I: Basic Gameplay

Play­ers:
Four peo­ple in teams of two. Your part­ner should sit across from you.

Mate­ri­als:
A pinochle deck or the Ace, King, Queen, Jack, Ten and Nine in all four suits from two reg­u­lar decks of cards. This means each card will have a dupli­cate of itself. If you are already con­fused per­haps you should play Mem­o­ry with them instead. You also need a pen and paper for score­keep­ing pur­pos­es.

Help­ful Terms:
Bid: Amount of tricks that must be tak­en. A bid is a num­ber in a par­tic­u­lar suit or no-trump [high or low].

Trick: Four cards, one from each player’s hand.

Trump: The most pow­er­ful suit for a par­tic­u­lar hand. Trump is deter­mined by bid­ding before each hand is played.

No-trump: A bid of High or Low means that the high­est card that fol­lows suit in a trick takes the trick.

Bow­ers [right, left]: In a Trump bid, bow­ers are the jacks of col­or. the Right Bow­er is the Jack of the suit bid, the Left Bow­er is the jack of the oth­er suit in the same col­or. Ex: If Spades are Trump, the Jack of Spades is the Right Bow­er and the Jack of Clubs is the Left Bow­er. There are two Right Bow­ers and Two Left Bow­ers in Dou­ble Bid Euchre.

Reneg: Fail­ure to fol­low suit.

Euchre: When the team with­out the bid pre­vents the team with the bid from get­ting the num­ber of tricks they bid upon. This is also called ‘going set.’

Object:
To score 52 tricks.

Rules:

  • A play­er must always fol­low suit. Fail­ure to do so results in a reneg and loss of the hand.
  • A team wins if and only if they score 52 tricks or more by win­ning their bid or by euchre­ing the oppo­nent.
  • The per­son who wins the bid has the lead.
  • The per­son who takes the trick has the lead.
  • The last trick may be looked at by any play­er; pro­vid­ed that no cards have been played since it was tak­en.
  • The first instance of any card takes prece­dence over the oth­er instance. Ex: If both Right Bow­ers are played in the same trick, the first one played takes prece­dence.
  • Play pro­ceeds clock­wise begin­ning with the per­son who has the lead.

Game­play:
The deal­er offers a cut to the per­son on their right and then deals card three at a time clock­wise around the table. When each play­er has twelve cards, the play­er to the left of the deal­er offers an ini­tial bid. Bid­ding also pro­ceeds clock­wise until it comes to the deal­er who has the last bid. The high­est bid is then marked down and the per­son who made the bid leads.

Trump rank is deter­mined in this way: If Trump is Spades the Jack of Spades [Right Bow­er] is the high­est card, the Jack of Clubs [Left Bow­er] is the sec­ond high­est and in descend­ing order of impor­tance Ace, King, Queen, Ten, Nine. Trump beats any card in a non-trump suit. Thus a nine of Spades beats any off-suit Ace. If no trump cards are played in the trick, the high­est card in the led suit takes the trick.

Scor­ing:
The num­ber of tricks each team has tak­en at the end of the hand is added to pre­vi­ous hands. If a team is euchred they lose points in the amount that they bid. The score can be neg­a­tive.

Tomor­row: How to Play Dou­ble Bid Euchre Part II: Strat­e­gy

How to Play Dou­ble Bid Euchre Part III: How to Real­ly Play Dou­ble Bid Euchre

About Schmidt

Screw Mock-a-Blog week. I’ve got more impor­tant things to write on. I watched About Schmidt last evening and it was alright. Def­i­nite­ly an old person’s movie. It was solid­ly put togeth­er with inter­est­ing shots but noth­ing fan­cy. Jack Nichol­son made the movie. It is obvi­ous why his per­for­mance got him nom­i­nat­ed for so many awards. Kathy Bates was even nom­i­nat­ed for Best Actress in a Sup­port­ing Role for her per­for­mance. I wasn’t stunned by her per­for­mance but I was stunned by her get­ting bare-ass naked for a hot tub scene. She is not an attrac­tive woman.

Watch­ing About Schmidt got me think­ing though. I’ve got the feel­ing more and more films like this are going to start appear­ing in the wake of baby boomer retire­ments. I’m not and not meant to be inter­est­ed in films about old age. The demo­graph­ic is my parent’s. I am sort of inter­est­ed in how aging and the decline of the boomers will be por­trayed. This arti­cle by Michael Moses appeared in the Jan­u­ary 2002 edi­tion of Rea­son and sort of gets at some of the prob­lems that boomer cin­e­ma might throw up.

In an inter­view Spiel­berg grant­ed when Sav­ing Pri­vate Ryan was released, the direc­tor summed up his view of the great con­flict. “I think it is the key — the turn­ing point of the entire cen­tu­ry. It was as sim­ple as this: The cen­tu­ry either was going to pro­duce the baby boomers or it was not going to pro­duce the baby boomers. World War II allowed my gen­er­a­tion to exist.” There you have it. The ulti­mate ben­e­fit, the high­est jus­ti­fi­ca­tion and sanc­ti­fi­ca­tion of the great­est, if not the blood­i­est, war in human his­to­ry: the birth of the baby boomers.

Pret­ty inflam­ma­to­ry; but what he is get­ting at final­ly shows up in his sec­ond to last sen­tence.

The baby boom gen­er­a­tion, for bet­ter or worse, is the first ful­ly com­mit­ted to the view that to con­trol the visu­al rep­re­sen­ta­tion of his­to­ry is to con­trol his­to­ry itself, and there­by one?s own des­tiny.

I find this trou­bling because my parent’s gen­er­a­tion has so much clout that it can enforce cul­tur­al and ide­o­log­i­cal change to a high degree. Its the mes­sage of the 60s aged 40 years. In this way, boomers are still rebelling against their upbring­ing and try­ing to define them­selves. I think I’m uncom­fort­able with this because I feel the same way. I think the boomers are obso­lete and should stop wor­ry­ing about them­selves so much. I think by now they should have come up with some sense of sta­bil­i­ty. I think they should give it up and let GenXrs come into their own. I don’t want an influx of movies about being old because I want to cel­e­brate being young. At the same time I’m inter­est­ed in what boomers are going to pro­duce in their evening years.

I sup­pose every gen­er­a­tion feels this way as the pre­vi­ous gen­er­a­tion ages. So I guess my tirade is noth­ing more than the pot call­ing the ket­tle black.

Mock-a-Blog: Five Dollar Beer

Since no one has asked me to guest blog for them, despite my own will­ing­ness to whore out my prime loca­tion- URL with a view- vir­tu­al estate by let­ting oth­ers sul­ly its sanc­ti­ty with their infi­del paws; I am going to mock a blog each day this week. Five Dol­lar Beer gets the first treat­ment.


Last night for din­ner I final­ly made a tra­di­tion­al Amer­i­can recipe that I have heard about but nev­er real­ly tried. Appar­ent­ly it is a favorite of many school chil­dren for their lunch. It is called, strange­ly, the ‘Peanut But­ter and Jel­ly Sand­wich.’ I had to make sev­er­al trips to the gro­cery because even though I have ran­dom spices like grey fen­nel and weird veg­eta­bles like Quorn and Clam­atos in myr­i­ad quan­ti­ties about my house, I didn’t have the nec­es­saries to fol­low the recipe.

The first and most impor­tant ingre­di­ent in this sand­wich is peanut but­ter. Appar­ent­ly this can be eas­i­ly pur­chased at any nor­mal gro­cery store but I decid­ed to try to make it myself. I hulled a bag of peanuts left­over from a Cleve­land Indi­ans game last year and ground them into tiny bits. Then I stirred them into some melt­ed goat but­ter and put the mix­ture into the fridge to thick­en. Next on the list was straw­ber­ry jam or straw­ber­ry jel­ly. I tried mak­ing jam first but that didn’t work out so well. I had heard from some­one once that lit­tle straw­ber­ries get upset when they are in a jam- so I threat­ened them. I told them I would puree them, mix them with sug­ar and boil them. I fig­ured that would be con­sid­ered a pret­ty tough jam to a straw­ber­ry. But those were mean bug­gers, they stayed just the way they were. I decid­ed to go the jel­ly route.

We have a big tub of petro­le­um jel­ly that I am quite fond of in the bath­room. I took it out and real­ized that I’d already used most of it. So I had to go back to the store and buy some more. The clerk looked at my kin­da fun­ny and men­tioned that this was the third tub I’d pur­chased in the last three days. I’ve real­ly got to cut back. Any­way, steal­ing one from my peanut but­ter recipe I mixed the straw­ber­ries into the petro­le­um jel­ly. It didn’t look too appe­tiz­ing but who am I to judge what chil­dren will eat.

The last thing was white bread with­out crust. Thank­ful­ly, I have a spe­cial friend named White­bread. He is quite crusty unfor­tu­nate­ly. His hygien­ic habits mir­ror my own, that is, he has none. It was easy to get him naked but a bit hard­er to coerce him in front of the fire hose. Once I turned it on, the crust was knocked right off of him. I apol­o­gized and lured him back into my place with promis­es of a peanut but­ter and jel­ly sand­wich. Appar­ent­ly, he had eat­en those as a child.

Once I had him secure­ly tied to the bed as usu­al I came back with the thick­ened peanut but­ter and my fresh­ly made jel­ly. I spread it on thick, using a put­ty knife. Then I cut him in half diag­o­nal­ly [as per the recipe] and ate my sand­wich with some Tang and Cheesy Poofs. I’m going to have to make PBJ more often.

Grandma’s 80th

This week­end was anoth­er whirl­wind spent­ly most­ly in my car. I got home in Con­nersville at 8:30 Fri­day, ate din­ner and then passed out. Sat­ur­day I was up at 7:30, ate break­fast, packed my car and went to Cam­bridge City to put some stuff in my mom’s antique booth. Then I con­tin­ued on my way to Noblesville, stop­ping briefly to pick up some fresh­ly baked Amish pies. I got to Noblesville [My sec­ond cous­ing Melis­sa rid­ing with me] and unloaded. I did valet park­ing briefly as my grandmother’s friends arrived. A lot of old peo­ple. Grand­ma showed up around 3:15 and wasn’t sur­prised because appar­ent­ly some of the peo­ple RSVPed their regrets to her instead of my aunt. Every­one vis­it­ed for awhile then we ate and my uncles told some sto­ries about grand­ma. Then I sat out­side with the rest of the men until it was too dark and too cold to stay out­side any longer. We came inside and my uncle Corbin and I laid the smack down on my grand­ma and Willard in two games of dou­ble-bid Euchre. It doesn’t mat­ter if it is my grandma’s 80th or not. If we are play­ing cards, no holds are barred. Then I passed out again [I got to sleep in actu­al beds for two nights in a row!] and woke up this morn­ing around 7:30, show­ered, packed up mom’s car and then went to Mass. I left to come back to Cleve­land from church and got back here around 3:10. I unloaded my car and went to the store. I’ve got to do laun­dry tonight and then pass out before work tomor­row. I won­der how the team did at NCAAs… I should check that next. This is all one para­graph because thats how my week­end felt.

Things To Do Before 30

  • Run a marathon.
  • Spend a sum­mer wan­der­ing through Europe.
  • Write, sing and per­form an orig­i­nal blues piece.
  • Pub­lish some­thing I’ve writ­ten.
  • Buy a clas­sic auto­mo­bile.
  • Learn sign lan­guage.
  • Find the right woman and get hitched.
  • Ini­ti­ate con­tact with my father.
  • Buy a house.
  • Direct a short film.

NCAA Fencing 2004

Today and tomor­row many of my team­mates will be pass­ing through Cleve­land on a road­trip out to Bran­deis Uni­ver­si­ty for the NCAA Fenc­ing Cham­pi­onships which are this week­end. Twice this week I have been invit­ed to accom­pa­ny my team out there. ‘Adam, we can pick you up ear­ly Fri­day and drop you back off on Mon­day.’ or ‘Hey, man I’m com­ing through Cleve­land tomor­row and I’ve got an extra seat.’

It frus­trat­ed me ter­ri­bly to say no. I want to go root them on, I want to be there and help them fight. We didn’t qual­i­fy the full 12 this year. Men’s epee only got one in. The mid­west­ern region is start­ing to get alot more com­pet­i­tive than in the past. I don’t know if we have a chance to win this year, it is always so very close. I wish I was going to be there with my video cam­era and I wish I was going to make the end of the year video for the team as I did in the past.

I miss being on a team. I miss fenc­ing with my friends. I miss team din­ners at Bruno’s and team par­ties and tail­gates. I miss the glo­ry. Now I’ve got a job in Cubi­cle­Land® and bills and ‘respon­si­bil­i­ty.’ I’ve also got to head to Indi­ana for my Grandmother’s 80th birth­day this week­end. That should be a good time, see­ing the fam­i­ly and all. At the same time I wish I was going to be at Bran­deis.

Mary, Queen of Vic­to­ry, pray for us. Go Irish on three. 1…2…3.

The 47 Ronin

I final­ly fin­ished watch­ing Gen­roku chushin­gu­ra [The 47 Ronin]. This film is con­sid­ered one of the clas­sic films of Japan­ese cin­e­ma and was direct­ed by the always impres­sive Ken­ji Mizoguchi. The film was released in 1942 and was com­mis­sioned by the Japan­ese gov­ern­ment to be a nation­al­ist rhetoric in favor of war to real­ize Japan­ese suprema­cy blah blah.

What Mizoguchi end­ed up giv­ing them was the last thing they expect­ed I’d bet. The film is long- 222 min­utes- and moves so very slow­ly that I had to watch it in half hour incre­ments and then take a break. It is very Japan­ese. I might have missed it, but I can­not think of one instance in the entire film where there is phys­i­cal con­tact between two peo­ple. Bushi­do is a cen­tral theme and rigid obe­di­ence and polite­ness are always present. It was very hard for me to watch because of this. The restraint was so pal­pa­ble, at times I knew the char­ac­ters were hold­ing back the urge to embrace [or would have been had they been West­ern­ers]. Even when close friends com­mit hari-kiri, no one touch­es.

Oishi- the main char­ac­ter and cham­ber­lain of the Asano cas­tle at Ako- is the per­son­i­fi­ca­tion of bushi­do. He is the per­fect samu­rai, sac­ri­fic­ing his entire life, his hon­or and even endan­ger­ing him­self polit­i­cal­ly in order to exact revenge for his lord. He is also so very kind­heart­ed that the amount of willpow­er it must have tak­en him to be so stern is amaz­ing. I’ve nev­er seen such a mas­ter­ful­ly and enig­mat­i­cal­ly por­trayed char­ac­ter as Oishi. He demands respect from the audi­ence. Although the film con­cerns itself almost whol­ly with vio­lence, there is no vio­lence in the film apart from one sword stroke in the first scene.

The film is absolute­ly beau­ti­ful to watch. It cuts rarely, most shots are long takes. I think, per­haps, that they only cut when the mag ran out of film. The block­ing is also exquis­ite. The amount of things that can be done with tra­di­tion­al Japan­ese archi­tec­ture paper doors, screens, open walls and all that let the cam­era move seam­less­ly from indoors to out­doors and allow the shot to change shape com­plete­ly with out the cam­era mov­ing at all. This is def­i­nite­ly a film worth see­ing. The dif­fi­cul­ty you might have watch­ing it, the patience nec­es­sary; mir­rors quite effec­tive­ly the dif­fi­cul­ty the ronin must have had in plan­ning their revenge. I’m not sure if it was inten­tion­al, since this is so obvi­ous­ly a Japan­ese film, per­haps I am mere­ly feel­ing this since I am a West­ern­er, but it works any­way.