Congratulations, friend. By virtue of owning this humble pack of cards, you become that person. You know. The one everyone hails at the kitchen table, on the cabin porch, next to the campfire. The one who slyly smacks the deck down amid the tin cups, cocoa mugs or champagne flutes and offers up a game. What do we fancy? Euchre? Fan tan? Hearts? A flavor of poker? Someone call it. We've got all night.