Do It for the Jerky, Dealer!
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to his opponent's pocket jacks. When a third jack appeared on the flop, leaving Baker drawing all but dead, he started praying to the only deity he could right then and there... the Beef Jerky God. "JERKY!" he screamed as the turn came down a blank.
"JERKY!!!" he cried again as the river brought no help.
Alas, no jerky for his opponent, but he did double up.