I was hanging out with some friends during spring break a few years ago. There’s not much to do in my hometown, so we spent a Saturday night playing Texas Hold’em in my friend’s garage. It was a typical game with good plays and bad beats, but nothing memorable happened until I dealt out the craziest poker flop the world has ever known. It started out innocently enough. I dealt out two cards to everyone, bets were made, I burned a card and then flipped over three cards to reveal the flop: 6 of Hearts, 6 of Spades, and 6 of Clubs. 666. We kind of looked at each other because it’s not too often that the Number of the beast comes up in a flop. Then we heard a train whistle coming from my friend’s train-themed clock on the wall. It was midnight. My friend joked that it was also a full moon outside. There wasn’t a full moon, but I realized that it was now Easter Sunday. It seemed like a bad omen. Luckily the world didn’t end that day. I don’t remember how that hand ended and I don’t remember who won the game, but I’ll never forget that uneasy feeling in my stomach. I might have pooped a little bit.
Critically Rated at 12/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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