Cathy can go on.
—I have to call you, bastin. I have too good of a hand. Please don't hate me. bastin hates me because of the hands I play. But this isn't J3, bastin. This is much better. I can't fold this, so I call.
I was the dealer. Cathy was UTG at a six-handed table and she had limped with the blinds at 50/100. One other player limped, and with AKs, I bumped it to 600. Only Cathy called, and the flop brought a K. Cathy checked and I bet 1200.
She turns over Aces.
—You have three Kings, I just know it.