Underpants Krone

Let me tell you a little something about LUCK. On the first day of this year, I awoke from my usual 4-12 slumber, feeling my usual crumbly morning feelings, and rubbing my usual sore hip, when I came across what felt to be a coin in my underpants. I giggled just a little, and removed the coin to find that it was not just any coin, but 1 Danish Krone, equivalent to about 17 US cents. I have seen this coin before: it came from Pernille the Danish girl I met in Germany, and since then, I have kept it in a zippered pocket in my purse, for lack of a better place. However, how it made the trip from my bag into my sleeping attire, I cannot tell. I did not bring my purse with me anywhere the day before (New Years' Eve). I did go out drinking and Funk dancing at Gritty's, but I did not encounter any Danes, at least not that I remember, and I'm fairly certain that it is the very Krone that was once trapped in my bag. For the time being, I'll interpret this as a good luck omen, mostly because I have been thinking a lot about luck, lucky people, what luck is, and how much does it disrupt or support mathematics. I consider myself lucky in life, but not in games. I always lose games, even Cribbage, my specialty. No matter how skilled I am, I lose because I get the wrong cards, and perhaps because I think too much instead of intuiting. I have always just tried my best, and let the 10-year-old opponent beat my ass, because there seemed nothing I could do about it. This year, however, my luck will change, for I am the bearer of an Underpants Krone, and that is an amazing thing. Watch out, I've started playing poker.