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Commando Lucky

I can’t rightly talk about my dog’s bingo gambling habits without also mentioning that I walked away from a poker table this weekend with more than double what I brought with me.

It was only a $10 table, but it still felt great to win something back. I need to make up for the two other times I played and lost most if not all of my original $10.

I learned how to play cards growing up on the boat. There was often an hour block or so of downtime while waiting for the seine to trick all of the fish in the ocean into jumping on deck, and my teenage brothers could only tolerate so many hands of Go Fish.

They and my father taught me how to play all kinds of card games. Cribbage was the game most frequently played on the boat, but I also learned draw poker and stud poker, both of the five- and seven-card varieties.

We bet with match sticks, and I seriously doubt I won a single hand ever. Being the little sister does have its disadvantages.

This holdem stuff seems very simple and luck-based until you’re sitting at a table of strangers trying to bluff their way through crappy hands. It’s all about the betting and trying to guess what Joe has and what he wants you to think he has.

I should start using my cleavage to my advantage, because I sure do stink at reading other people at the poker table. But after this weekend, I’m thinking it might not require heaving bosoms to win.

Not wearing panties, however? Required.