While visiting Scottsdale, I wandered over to the Indian casino and jumped into a 2/5 game. I sat in seat 7 at a full table. Next to me in seat 8 was a retired hockey player, no one famous or even well known. He was a big guy and apparently a regular. He had been drinking and developed a terrible negative attitude, berating the players and the dealers at every opportunity. This goes on for some time and everyone is just putting up with him. Despite his drinking however he remained rock tight.
Across the table in seat 3, sat a very young wispy haired kid whose shoulders barely spanned a foot. The kid looked 13 but was a good player.
The kid and the hockey player end up HU in a big pot. The river was dealt. Kid moved all in. Hockey player went in the tank. After a minute he folds. Kid slaps down rags face up.
Hockey player blows up. Berates the kid for showing the bluff and starts calling the kid names. The kid pulls the pot and starts stacking. The last name the hockey player yelled was "f***ing derelict!"
There was a brief pause. Then the wispy haired kid pushed two of his $100 stacks back toward the center of the table and said to the hockey player, "This $200 is yours if you can spell 'derelict'." The hockey player froze. I could barely contain myself. I had to turn away. Remember, the hockey player was sitting right next to me.
The stacks went back to the kid. The hockey player never said another word to anyone.
Later in the session, I noticed the hockey player with a pen and paper on his lap under the table. He was trying to spell out derelict
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please explain the terms you use, for those of us who don't understand the lingo - furthermore, it's more than ironic that you would feature a story about the inability to spell.
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