....Six of the nine had been eliminated. The dealer dispensed two cards apiece and the show began. The tension in the room was palpable.
...I peered quickly at my cards. Ace and eight. Damn! Dead man's hand. Not being superstitious I called the bet.
...It was up to the Gorton's Fisherman to either check or raise or fold. He eyed Kool-Aid suspiciously. The two had been bickering back and forth all night. Kool-Aid didn't care for the yellow rain slicker and had been vocal about it from the git-go. Gorton's was pissed because Kool-Aid had already knocked two huge holes in the wall coming back from bathroom break.
..."Learn how to use a freekin' door, Kool-Aid"!
...Two more rounds of bets and then the flop.
...Jack, nine, five. Damn again! No help there....
....Gorton's folds, throwing his cards onto the table in disgust.
....Kool-Aid raises me. I call and then comes the turn.
...Ace! "Now your screwed". I'm thinking.
...Two aces is enough to keep me nose to the wheel most of the time. I raise.
...He calls me and I raise again. He meets my bet and here comes the river...
...Five.
Now there's two fives on the table. I'm eyein' Kool-Aid who's now got just a bead of sweat running down his pitcher. His left eye twitches.
...It's a bluff. Sunny D had clued me in to this tell in our last big game in Reno.
..."I'm all in". I pushed my stack forward.
...Two pair. I felt good with the aces in my favor.
...He calls me.
..Pair of aces. Pair of fives.
...Kool-Aid laid down pocket fives. Four of of a kind!
..."Bastard"! I swore in the general direction of Sunny D.
..."Should'a listened to V8". 
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