When I was 10, my uncle took me to the OU game. We lost, but I had a great time, and afterward he gave me $5 to spend on the Midway. It was a lot of money for the times - gas was $0.20 a gallon and Dr. Peppers were five cents and came in an eight-ounce bottle. He gave me the money in change, quarters for one pocket, and nickels and dimes for the other. He told me not to take more than one coin out at a time, and when I complained about so many coins, he said that it was because if I took a bill or even a handful of coins out, a man would approach me, show me a card trick or two, and then offer to bet he could make the Jack of Hearts jump out of the deck and spit cider in my ear. He told me that if I took that bet, I would be standing there with cider running down the side of my neck and people would be laughing at me for making a bet with a man from Oklahoma. I think he was probably correct, and I have always been leery of the Jack of Hearts in any setting or circumstance.