The game is Omaha-8 and the flop is 7-3-3. I have 7-7 in my hand and feeling pretty damn good about it, so I keep raising and re-raising Stu. The turn is a face card and the river makes a low.

Now, I figure Mr. Lovett is a BIG fish (based on prior experience, naturally) and is betting A-2.

Of course, he had 3-3 and flopped quads... and he had me hook, line, and sinker.

So in reality, I'M the fish (and NOT one with a large dorsal fin) and he's raking in the huge pot that I made for him.

Just like on Wednesdays!