It rained down in Cincinnati one day and somebody organized a little game of cards they was shy to man to make six and asked hi and Kari to play.

“I’m with you if you get AC and make it seven handed “says Kari.

so they got a hold of AC and we went up to Smitty’s room.

“I pretty near forgot how many you deal “says I like “it’s been a long while since I played “

oh my and Kari gave each other the wink, and sure enough, he was just as ignorant about poker as billiards. About the second hand, the pot was opened two or three ahead of him, and they was three in when it come his turn. It cost a buck, and he threw it in to.

“It’s raised, boys “somebody says.
“Gosh, that’s right, I did raise it “says Ike.

“Take out a buck if you didn’t mean to tilt her, “says Kari.

“No, “says Ike, “I’ll leave it go. “

well, it was raise back at him and then he made another mistake and raced again. They was only three left in when the draw come. Spirited open with a pair of kings and he didn’t help him. I stood Pat. The guy that raised him back was flushing and he didn’t fill. Smitty checked an Ike bet and didn’t get no call. He tossed his hand away, but I grabbed it and gave it a look. He had a king Queen Jack and 210s. Alibi IKEA must have seen me peeking, for he leaned over and whispered to me.

“I overlooked my hand, “he says. “I thought all the while it was a straight.”

“Yes, “I says. “That’s why you raise twice by mistake.”

there was another part that he came into with tens and fours.

it was tilted a couple of times and two are the strong fellas drawn ahead of AC they each dried one so I threw it away his little pair and came out with 410s and they were four trays against him Carrie looked at Eicks discards and then he says this lucky bum busted two pair

no I didn’t says ache yes you did says Carrie and showed us the two fours what do you know about that says like out of swore one was a five spot well he didn’t have no payday yet and after a while everybody except like was going shy I could see him getting restless and I was wondering how he’d make the getaway he tried to her three times I got to go buy some collars before supper he says no hurry says Smitty the stores here keep open all night in April after a minute he opened up again my uncle out in Nebraska ain’t expected to live he says I have to send a telegram would that save him ask Carrie no it sure wouldn’t says AC but I want to leave my old man know where I’m at when did you hear about your uncle says Carrie just this morning says AC who told you asked Carrie I got a wire from my old man says Ike well says Kari your old man knows you’re still here yet this afternoon if you were here this morning trains leaving Cincinnati in the middle of the day don’t carry no ball clubs

yes says like that’s true but he don’t know where I’m going to be next week ain’t he got no schedule asked Carrie.
I sent him one opening day says Ike but it takes mail a long time to get to Idaho.
I thought your old man lived in Kansas City says Carrie

he does when he’s home says Ike.

bw (“backed with” — like the b-side of a 45 rpm)

I found a 1996 Yankees press guide in a free library in front of a house around the corner and took it tinkers to Evers to chance.

I noted they were 19 Yankees in the first 90 years of the franchise that started with the letter E.
Raleigh east work stood out although he’s really a red likewise dock Ellis a pirate. There’s a John Ellis from the ‘60s but that stands out because that’s the name of my client or former client from the 20 aughts, that plays saxophone.
I noticed a Kid Eberfeld. Five foot seven I learn from my baseball encyclopedia which similarly stops time a wiles ago. Shortstop mostly. Bounced around a bit but did put several seasons together for the Yankees like 1903 to 1910. Born in Ohio died in Tennessee at age 69. The Tabasco kid only his mother called him Norman.

And1(which is a basketball term and out of season):
This is actually the nidus of the piece. There was actually a longer Version a wrote in my head, in the hour, about an hour ago but it went down the drain. And another version of this hand written in a journal. Short version: when my mom died I took stuff from the attic and went through it and either stored it or tossed it. I did walk the De Anza college flea market looking for a baseball vendor card who was supposed to be there, with some hope of unloading a trunk load of my childhood treasures. This stack I 6-4-3’d To a kid or the kid, Kid A as it were. There’s a bit of narrative here, like the pecuniary theme or monetary Don money Dave Cash. Norm cash maybe. Also and to really timely I am glad that the obituaries for Bob Watson remember that when I was 10 years old and he was in his 30s he scored the 1 millionth run in major league history. I wonder if I ever made 100 all time any league or level. Actually I was just about to write Moosie Barron of the Merc, to complain about the tech billionaires I first met him in little league. Also I spoke to David O’Such a star in my day and he mentioned the passing of two of our teammates Paul Hanley and Don Degrasse. Not sure if Kid A will guard the cards or sell them his choice really. Where have you gone, 1971 Luis Aparicio? This much I know: