I was once I was sitting in a game that was fitting so I then did my bidding. If you think that I'm kidding check this out hope your sittin' It's all true I ain't shittin'
I was playing in a $5 limit hold-em game one weekend in Coos Bay OR. Gussies was the name of the bar and Earl was the host and owner of one of the most successful hold-em games ever. It always went 'round the clock and lots of players would play all weekend without much sleep. They had live music at night and Blackjack and Poker went 24 hours. What fun. We played at a large table in which there were lots of comic like characters in the game on this Saturday night.
The dealer in the box who was slinging the cards for this storied hand was named Brenda. She was a worthy opponent in the game and a pretty sharp distributer of the cards as a dealer. She rapidly table shuffled the deck in which one of the cards got tweaked between her thumbs. It flew up in the air and floated down from it's flight right in front of me. I picked it up. It was the 9 of diamonds. Earlier that week an associate of mine had said to me, "the nine of diamonds is the key card." He never told me why. But that was all the information I needed when I picked up the card and held it up to the table of players and said in a fatalistic voice,"The nine of diamonds is the key card and where I decide to place it will determine the next hand." I tossed it back into the deck. Brenda shuffled, cut and dealt the next hand.
After the first round of betting everyone was in. There was a raise but that didn't matter to those flop seekers. Well... the flop came A-2-5 of clubs. There was a bet and three raises. Only three hands went into the muck. Then the turn brought another Ace, a diamond. A-2-5-A was now the cards everyone had to play off of. Rhoda, the gal in the two seat had flopped a straight flush. She was the lucky holder of the 3-4 of clubs. Lou,an Elmer Fudd kinda red neck sort of a nit,that nobody liked had wired Aces in his mitt and loved how all these suckers were paying him off with his four of a kind. Or so he thought. There were also three other flushes out there in the field of players as the river came. (This was truly amazing to have three flushes, a straight flush and four aces in the same hand. I've never seen anything like this anomaly before. The nine of diamonds was truly the key card that made this all happen. With a little help from the wizzz. And Brenda.) An insignificant king of hearts completed the five cards out in the middle of the table. A-2-5-A-K the A-2-5 being clubs, were the community cards that you could play off of. All three raises on the flop, all three raises on the turn and all three raises on the river made for a healthy pot. Of coarse Rhoda, the proud holder of the straight flush won the pot leaving Lou, the jerk, wallowing in the muck and mire. Moments like this are comforting for me knowing that some power has been instilled in me to direct life's traffic when called upon. The outcome was soothing to the soul and gave me this great story that I just wrote for all of you to share in. My aim is true and my aim is you.
Stay lucky my friends Wizzzmo