I never played poker but always watched Darnell play. He was the world's WORST winner (on purpose).
I'd watch him sweep in a winning pot eyeballing the loser, saying:
"You, sir, are on a path to self-annihilation."
"Working for the weep-end?"
"Only now, when it's too late, do you realize your mistake."
And my favorite:
"That's OK. Love is for other people."
His distinguished air that made the words more cutting.
Now he says, "I'm tired, Harry. I want some comfort in my life. But how?"
I'd watch him sweep in a winning pot eyeballing the loser, saying:
"You, sir, are on a path to self-annihilation."
"Working for the weep-end?"
"Only now, when it's too late, do you realize your mistake."
And my favorite:
"That's OK. Love is for other people."
His distinguished air that made the words more cutting.
Now he says, "I'm tired, Harry. I want some comfort in my life. But how?"
A great trick he'd pull on the unsuspecting was, "What you got there? A club of spades?" Other players would get upset, call him an idiot, and all the time he was reading them like a book.
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