Pauline, she doesn't stand a chance.
Jennifer, in your dreams tramp!
Ben, get real! I'll make you say Uncle-in-law!
Who are these minor leaguers? They are the other "players" on my computer's game of Hearts. Forget solitaire, that game is solo, Hearts, the computer sets you up against three of the best players it can find inside the casing of the CPU and, in my case anyway, I drill them, dumping points on them like Dean goes through adjectives describing his quads (that's a lot.)
The game ends when the first player hits 100 points, whoever has the low score wins. The last game, I was barely in double-digits when Pauline, Jennifer and Ben all hit the 120's. Yeah, just to rub it in there little cyber-faces, I shot the moon on them, even though victory was already a sure thing. What a bunch of rubes!Er, yeah, it may be time to start running again before work. Ya think?