Grumpy Old Man
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"He's moved all in seven hands in a row," the players at Table One said as we walked by. Standing in front of the nine seat was an elderly gentleman with a growing stack of chips. Phil Neiman said "no one's called him" when asked why he hadn't gone broke yet.
On the eighth hand, he did it again. Every player at the table folded. Except for one. Chris "Paidchex" Moorhead.
"I knew you call me," said the grumpy old man. "I don't care."
Moorhead turned over 
.
The Walter Matthau wanna be turned over an Ace. And slow rolled his next card. Most of the table was holding their breath in anticipation, half expecting it to be another Ace... but it was just a measly 
.
Still, you could tell the other players at the table half expected some miracle to hit him in the face and for him to double up and continue torturing the table with his relentless barrage of all in shoves.
It being Easter and all, the Poker Gods answered their prayers and Moorhead's nines held up. Grumpy old man walked out of the room. Obviously still not caring.
| Player | Chips | Progress |
|---|---|---|
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100,000
100,000
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100,000 |