[Grisgra]

This was within our first three hands of the night. This was when I knew I might have stumbled onto a gold mine, that all I had to do was sit back, wait for a great hand, and then jam jam jam away hoping he had a good piece.

He raises on the button, I call with J8o.

Flop is something like KK7.

I decide I'm going to put him to the test, and let loose my inner LAG. I bet, he raises, I reraise, it ends up 5-betted or capped.

Turn is a 3. I bet, he raises, I 3-bet, he 4-bets, I go "CRAP he actually lucked out here . . . " and for some reason just call. Because hey, I've got odds or something, right?

River is a 8. Eh, could be worse. I check, he bets, I call.

Surprisingly, his Q9o is not good. And I laugh, and laugh, and laugh.