With the cards all laid out on the table, the weasel, Danny makes a play. He seems hesitant as he pushes forward two large stacks of chips. He’s bluffing, even though in his mind, he’s got the winning hand. I sit for a moment, pretending to ponder my next play. A bolt of lightning flashes outside, but there is no thunder. I push up my chips to call. As Danny falls dead onto the table, his hand, three jacks and two kings, a full house, lands smoothly on the green felt in front of him. I’ve been needing to get that done for months.