On one hand, I'm one off the button with pocket sixes. It's folded to me, so I raise to steal the blinds. The big blind, who I might charitably describe as an action player, calls. I don't find this at all surprising, nor is it disturbing.
What does surprise me is the flop -- 664. As expected, he fires at it. I pause briefly, thinking about what to do later and how to extract the most bets from him, and call.
The turn is a jack. "Dear poker gods, please let him have a jack", I think to myself. He fires, and I call.
The river is a jack. "Please please please, let him have a jack." He fires. I pause briefly, and then raise. He reraises. I raise a silent thank you-- "YES! YES! I love you poker gods!" I four bet.
He five bets without hesitation. And suddenly I'm certain that I'm dead, and the murder weapon is a 990:1 shot. "Oh my god. You have quad jacks, don't you?" I call, and turn the sixes up. He turns over pocket jacks.
The super jackpot for holdem is at $71,000. The qualifier is quad fours beaten, with the usual stipulations (both cards must play, etc.)
And I'm in the only fucking live game in the entire cardroom that doesn't have a jackpot drop.