I should have been upset. The Cinderella story, the Average Joe now in the final two of the world’s biggest poker tournament, hoping that I’d lose.
See, last night, I was visited by some large men in ill-fitting suits with a simple deal. Lose and they’d return my wife.
My opponent went all-in. Flop was eight, nine and ten of hearts, I had king and queen of hearts. Did he have the ace? I hoped so as I called.
He had six and seven of hearts. Straight flush. I was relieved, but acted upset.
Then the jack of hearts hit.