For some strange reason, we each Pragmatic Play hundreds of miles to sit down at the same poker table. I drove 8 hours. Bad Blood and G-Rob drove 2 hours and flew a couple hours and Otis and TheMark spent 12 hours in travel hell. And yet, there we were, all at the same damn poker table. Five of us out of the 8-10 players seated at a time. It was stupid, if I could be so bold. And yet, when the night was over we all walked away with a little more money in our pocket. And it was all thanks to the furry coat. Yes, the furry coat. It started so well… I collect my $600 in chips and sit down to G-Rob’s right. Frankly, I didn’t want to sit that close to him. But there I was, nonetheless. My first hand, I squeeze AsJs, and raise four limpers up to $20. G-Rob calls, of course, and so do the other limpers. Guess respect is earned at this table. The flop comes A-x-x rainbow. It’s checked to me, I bet $100, and take it down. I’m up $100 after my first hand. This rooooolz. I lose for the next two hours. That doesn’t rule. And I moved seats. The deal “Hi, Jacqueline. I haven’t won a pot in hours, can you help me?” “I don’t know,” she tells me. “Well, let’s make a deal. I’m going to tip you 10% of my next pot.” She laughed, “Well…” she trailed off. Then she leaned over to G-Rob, who was in the 10 seat, but decided not to say what she wanted to. On the very next hand, I look down at 6c4c. It’s not the kind of hand I’d normally play, but it was limped to me and I tossed my $5 chip into the pot. Of course, it’s raised behind me and I end up calling another $15. Well, maybe I’ll get lucky.