his basement. The idea was simple. After a year, whoever had the highest hand in any of our games would collect the jackpot and use it as an entry fee for a casino poker tournament of their choosing. We’d all go to cheer him on, and we’d each collect an equal share of the winnings if he cashed. Stevie Creamcheese busted out of the gate for an early lead with quad aces, but eventually the straight flushes took over. Wolfie had a couple of them at different times, each to the king. Royal flushes don’t grow on trees, so we began to assume it would be him. But then I pounced by flopping a royal flush in clubs during a game of Hold Em. And it lasted a good while, until The Big B.S. hit his royal flush in hearts, the penultimate hand. It proved to be the winner. Everyone’s busy with work, kids, and whatnot, so it took two years to get all the schedules coordinated, and even at that, we had to leave Wolfie and Stanley behind, but last Saturday six of us drove up to Atlantic City.