Once, I was watching a Western movie with my family. I was about six years old.
In the film, the hero was in a saloon, playing a massive handful of dollars on a game of Poker with other characters. There was tension there! nervous glances! dripping beads of sweat on foreheads burning sun. A cowboy smoking a cigar huge. A Mexican wiped the sweat from his brow all the time with a handkerchief. Only the hero held the unyielding face. Indecipherable. The letters he had received were face down on the table.
The flop showed three letters: A, 2, K.
The Mexican looks the two cards in your hand and gives a smile light. The camera puts us in the game to show us his letters: AA. Smiling, he doubles the value of the pot. The Cowboy and the hero pay the bet, the other two players fold.
Then the dealer shows the turn card: K! The Mexican almost loose from the chair! He has a full house there. AAA, KK. The strongest of all Fullhouse. He looks at the cards, think a little, and put all your money in the lot on the table. All-in !. Cowboy gives up. When the Mexican thinks it was over, the hero paid the bet. A blissful air fills the face of the Mexican to see the pot with so much money.
The dealer then shows the river card: 10! The hero sighs. The Mexican triggers a loud laugh. Lie on lot of money and pulls for you.
But the hero pulls out his gun and hit him on the table. Everyone is real estate. The hero turns one of his letters: Q. The Mexican was sweating like never before. He could not believe it. That hand was almost impossible!
The hero takes his glass and drink a long sip of whiskey. Cowboy Cigar falls from his mouth. The second letter of the hero is revealed: J.
He had a RoyalFlush!
And so began my story with Poker
