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Poker Night

Saturday we had Poker Night.  It was battle royale.  Chips rushed across the table in waves, and no one seemed inclined to drop out.

At one point I was dealt two queens, and a third queen showed up in the flop.  I carefully pushed the betting higher and higher, and in the end it came down to me and one other player.  By now the face up cards showed an ace, a queen, and nothing you could really build anything with.  I made a final huge bet.  The remaining player--everyone else had folded--thought long and hard.  Was I bluffing?  What did I have?  In the end, he folded.  I sucked up the big pile of chips, but didn't show my hand.

"Damn!" said one of the other players.  "I couldn't read you at all!"

But much after that, good cards evaporated for me.  Twice I had very good hands, and lost to someone else's excellent hand.  In the end, it came down to three other people, and it was what I call elephant poker--slamming around "all in" bets like elephants fighting until a winner emerged.

Meanwhile, we had great food spread across the breakfast nook.  (Note to self--more diet soda next time and less Mountain Dew.)  The losers scarfed pizza rolls and raw veggies and made faces over the winners shoulders.  ESPN showed snowboarders doing impossible tricks and occasionally wiping out in the background.

It was a good night.


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