Long Lady Athos held the top two scores - the Gold and Silver on the Olympic podium - scores in the low to mid-500's, while I, the dutiful husband was content with a third-place Bronze at 500 even.
Weeks past and turned into months. After dinner games melded one into another. Long did Athos maintain that attentive savoir faire, gamesmanship, and ... je ne sais quoi (think Bill Murray half-way through his purgatorial ordeal in Punxsutawney).
Then, lo and behold and four - count 'em, four - yahtzees in a single game catapulted Athos up and over all others who, with much wailing and gnashing of teeth, ceded first place. (The photo is during the playing of the national anthem.)
Praise and rejoice greatly, O Israel. Thy babylonian captivity is ended. Now ... ahem ... back to Lent.