Olympics part deux or dos or someother spanish phrase I don't get

So the Arniboldi's (the family i am currently staying with) are slightly surprised that I can play (at a decent level) traditionally non-american sports such as Soccer, Tennis, Ping Pong, etc. Therefore, everyday this week, I have been signed up to participate in one competitive arrangement after another. The night I arrived, I was thrown into a soccer game of 19-year olds with vastly greater stamina, foot skills and spanish than I. I am pretty sure I held my own, but because I can't understand what they're saying, i just assumed that when they were laughing (which was regularly), it was at my expense. I'll give you one guess what my nickname was.. (Hint: It rhymes with the name of a wild australian dog and the third most famous Beatle).

Tennis is their big game, and they have developed an intricate ladder system, where I have to first beat Pedro to play Tere, and then beat Tere to play the 19-year old son Lucho, and then beat him to play the father. I managed to get to the third round, where my efforts were twarted by Lucho , 6-3, 4-3 (play was suspended due to a huffing and puffing gringo).

Even though I didn't beat Lucho, I still get to play the father tomorrow. This is because any law abiding Chilean would never forgo the opportunity to make an American look like a idiot chasing furry yellow balls on red clay.

Anyway, last night we had a heated game of Texas Hold'em (poker). Actually, i should probably rephrase that: last night they had a heated game of Texas Hold'em. Pedro put me all in on the first hand when I had two Ace's. I was 95.2% certain I would win. The board showed nothing and then a 6 was turned on the river. Excellent I thought, I win. Pedro obviously had pocket 6's, but was graceful in his victory, adding "nice hand bitch." The game from then on seemed to be quite enjoyable.



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