Five buddies decided to meet at the Little Creek Casino near Shelton, WA, for two nights of cheap poker tournaments, tennis, and shenanigans. After busting out of a turbo tournament (card dead and crazy blinds), I went looking for a 1/3 game. None was to be found but they were starting 4/8 limit. I dislike limit, but decided to kill time and wait for the crew. The game was short-handed. After 2-3 orbits we had 7 players when I was dealt pocket 8s under the gun and raised. The man to my left made it $12. All folded and I called. The flop came A-A-A. We both checked. A crappy little card turned and when I bet $8 and the guy across the table from me literally jumped in his chair and looked VERY uncomfortable. He glared at me; looked at the wall; glared back at me. He was trying to tell me something. I was confused. The opponent called. Everyone at the table, regulars all, was now giving me the hairy eyeball. My addled mind registered that I was missing something. I took a good look at the wall next to the podium and discovered a Monte Carlo board stating that the bad beat was Aces full of fives. D'oh. The penny dropped. We checked the river. I turned over my 8s and he showed pocket kings. The five players who were not in the hand received, I think, $280. The man with the kings garnered $1,400. Lucky, clueless me got $2,200. Until now, pocked 8s were among my least favorite hands and I have always disliked the extra rake for jackpots. I may need to reconsider … at least for a while.