Bunco is the poor man’s BINGO. And what better tradition than to play it on Thanksgiving-eve, and stuff your face with as many taquitos as humanly possible.
The night starts off as usual; mutual friends together for an evening of good times and laughs. But when the die start rolling there are no ‘friends’. It’s all about strategy and ruthless play that will get you to the head table and ultimately the pride-boost for winning a prize at the end.
The minutes turn to hours, and the hours turns to what seems like days. “The last three games are where you make your money”, said Jud, a respectable player in his own right. The mental grind is sometimes too tough for players at this phase of the game.
There is no better feeling than when the last bell is rung, the key wins (and losses) tallied. Cause you survived and that’s all there really is to it. (Other than winning)
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