Click below for the uneventful details of how the hand played out:

Not to give away the ending, but the hand held up and I took down a $45 pot.

It was only my fourth hand of the session –the first one I played — so I had no image beyond being a guy who folds my big blind to limp-limp-raise-call, folds my small blind in a similar situation, and folds my button to a raise and a re-raise …

Dealt AcKc, One limper under the gun … I raise in late position to $15 … limper calls. Flop, as you can see, is Jc-Qc-10c … I try to sit still but look like I’m not trying to sit still … my opponent bets out $30 (looking rather timid, frankly), so I pause for a few seconds, act like I’m thinking about raising (and actually do give a half-second of consideration to min-raising), but in the end place down a call with a slight “whatever” look on my face.

Turn is 8s. Check-check. River is I have no clue … little red card, I think. Opponent (who is a Brooklyn plastic surgeon specializing in breast implants, I later learn) checks, I shake and move a bit, looking semi-frumpled and hesitant, trying to increase my blink-speed by about 30 percent … and put out $45 in two stacks of $20 and a single red on top. He thinks for a few seconds and folds.

I flip over my cards. The table says wow. The dealer ships me the pot and starts to re-shuffle … I hold him up so I can take a picture … he reluctantly complies … blurry image capture ensues.

Two hands later, another player at the table points out … “look at you, you’re still shaking!”

To which I respond: “I’ve never taken down a $45 pot before.”

My analysis of the situation: Cool. Well-flopped Nice runner-runner.