This is my most memorable poker story:
For years, 10 of us buddies would go in a motorhome to Busch stadium for a 'busman's holiday'.(night game followed by a day game) We would drink beer and play poker for almost the entire time. I was on fire this trip, and winning a lot. We get into a hand and everybody's firing on pretty good hands... the pot gets big. When it got too rich, me and my buddy Earl(RIP) were the only ones left. He's showing three 5's, and I'm showing a pair of Kings. We are both firing on every raise. My buddy Don whispers in my ear, "I think you're betting into 4 fives." I whispered back, "I hope so." I thought he was going to choke down.
Earl flips over 4 fives and starts dragging the pot. I said "That's a nice hand, Earl... but it won't beat the 2 Kings I have on the table, and the 2 I have in the hole."
I believe that was the loudest and shrillest cussing I ever got.
ps The next year I had to borrow money to eat on the way home.
