This was my favorite part of that article:
Dodson turned his cards over, grinning. He had the second-best hand in the game: an ace, two, three, four, and six. There was no way he could lose—or so he thought. When Brunson revealed his cards, Dodson stared in horror at an ace, two, three, four, and five—the best hand possible. “Red’s face turned white, his eyes rolled back, and he started turning blue,” Brunson writes. “Red fell out of his chair and was dead before he hit the floor.” While they waited for the paramedics to arrive, Brunson collected the pot. “I felt bad,” he writes, “but that’s poker, and bad beats happen.”
That reminded me a time we were playing poker and one of the guys said, “Well, I had to have a colon biopsy taken yesterday because they found something in my colonoscopy.” It was in the middle of the hand and we all paused for about three seconds and somebody said, “Wait, what’s the bet?” We rolled on from there for the rest of the night without ever acknowledging the statement. The next day my brother calls me and asks if this guy mentioned something about colon cancer. We then reached out to him to check in, but it was a full day after he had said it (for the record, he is and was fine).
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