Sunday afternoon. The weather outside is dreadful but your living room, which currently hosts your weekly poker game, is a refuge of warmth and congeniality. Your friends are engrossed in the hands they were dealt. Your hand is barren, only low cards and not a pair in sight. Fold? Not you. You boldly raise and then reach for the alligator on the side table, removing the wine bottle that the brilliantly colored sculpture held at ready. Quips are traded as the wine flows and the pot grows. The final card is dealt and you almost choke on a mouthful of excellent vintage when you realize that your lowly hand can make a Straight. You draw on all your composure as a host and wine connoisseur and go All In. Your friends eye you suspiciously but the wine has lulled them. They match you. Smiling, you flip over your cards. Their fate is sealed. The pot is yours'. The flamingo stopper atop the wine seems to nod in approval of your bold strategy. You refill your friends' glasses to ease the sting of defeat and top up your own to celebrate your victory.