At a 2/4 limit game circa 2004 when I was just starting to play poker, I got dealt pocket 8s. I don't remember the exact action but there were multiple raises and eventually a cap from a bad aggressive player in the blinds.
The flop comes down K K 8 w00t w00t w00t! The LAGtard and I go ass mad with bets and raises. We eventually get heads-up on the river, he fires out, I raise him for the billionth time. He finally slows down and says something like, "Wow, you must really have me beat" before calling and flipping over AKo, at which point I proudly table the 8
8
.
Yessir. I had suited 8s. The problem was that one of the 8
s was actually the 3
, and my Kings and 8s no kicker was obviously no good.