It was late in the third ever tournament night at the house, the blind levels were getting to the point where “all-in” was the move of choice. The table was of very good quality; Dawn, John H. (Hulk), Nina Tovish, Mr. Commons, Leslie F., myself (MH62), and of course “Jocko”. Jocko had tipped back several of his beloved Coors Light throughout most of the night and was somewhat impaired (as an aside…yes if you drink enough Coors Light you can actually get drunk as hard as that may be to believe).

Jocko was sitting in seat 8, I was in seat 10 and Leslie was directly across from me. Some stacks were deep, Jocko was the original bettor but alas a raise from Nina, that would put the flittering Jocko all-in. Leaning on the table head in hand he was put to the test and began to ponder his move. Barely able to keep his eyes from drifting into slumber behind their lids, he attempted in vain to stare her down. But yet a burst of energy!

As the moment began to overtake his body, with a stern look and a sudden fire in his eyes, he talked it out for a minute or two. The jolt of energy swiftly fading, a sudden, ominous silence pervaded. He swayed from side to side, nearly standing up and after another perhaps 40-seconds had passed he looked up slowly and uttered, “I know exactly what you have,” he uttered, followed by a few more fleeting seconds of silence and with all eyes now drawn, “you are either on a made hand or a draw!” A few more seconds of hushed silence enveloped the room, all of us taking a moment to fully digest and comprehend what we had just heard. Still perplexed, astonished and at the same time curious, I turned inquisitively to a smiling Leslie across the table, who like all others, was restraining ubiquitous laughter with all her being. I then shift my eyes to Jocko and say, “Well no s—t. What the f— are you talking about?” There was no need to contain any laughter at that point. The outcome of the hand, I don’t recall and neither does he!

– MH62 (with some minor edits by HULK)