Something similar actually happened to me the other day. I was dealt kings, raised preflop, got reraised, reraised back and got reraised again all-in. Now, a good poker player would have probably put his opponent on Aces here, which I did. Yet, the similarities between me and a good poker player ended right there. Instead of making the tough fold, I shoved my chips in angrily -- to paraphrase the greatest dialogue in Seinfeld history -- "like an old man trying to return soup at a deli!"
George: The sea was angry that day my friends, like an old man trying to return soup at a deli!
(Jerry gives Kramer a "what the h-" glance)
George: I got about fifty-feet out and then suddenly the great beast appeared before me. I tell ya he was ten stories high if he was a foot. As if sensing my presence he gave out a big bellow. I said, "Easy big fella!" And then as I watched him struggling I realized something was obstructing his breathing. From where I was standing I could see directly into the eye of the great fish!
Jerry: Mammal.
George: Whatever.
Kramer: Well, what did you do next?
George: Then from out of nowhere a huge title wave lifted, tossed like a
quark and I found myself on top of him face to face with the blow-hole. I could barely see from all of the waves crashing down on top of me but I knew something was there so I reached my hand and pulled out the obstruction!
(George pulls out of the inside pocket a golf ball)
(Jerry and George just stare at Kramer)
Kramer: What is that a Titleist? A hole in one eh.
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