Jeeze...my late husband taught me to play cribbage, and the day I beat him, he never brought up the game again.
However, that only took about five years. We played chess for nine years, with me being beaten every time. Then one day, I beat him. “You BEAT me!” Yes, I did. “That’s not possible. Let’s play again.” I beat him. “You can’t do that! One more game.” And again, I beat him. Never again was chess mentioned. He overlooked the fact that for nine years, I was learning his moves....
Cribbage was the game in my father’s family. I don’t think I beat my grandfather until I was well on in my teens, and didn’t realize he was cheating until I was even older.
My dad was in a cribbage club in The Villages (a big retirement community in Florida) until his Alzheimers progressed so that he couldn’t add. I’ll bet if you walked up to him today and said, “Fifteen two,” he’d reply, “Fifteen four!”