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I was playing in the Luxor one day, after busting out of their $20 tournament. I got a call on my cell phone, won a nice pot, then started racking my chips.

"Where are you going? You're going to scoop that pot and run?"

"My wife's having a baby," I said.

Everyone laughed.

"No, really, that was her on the phone, she's having a baby. I've got to go meet her at UMC."

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Only regret I've ever had that was caused by playing poker: Not leaving the night that the El Cortez broke out the JACKHAMMERS to install the ShuffleMaster machines in the adjacent pit. I played for three hours, putting up with JACKHAMMERS. What on earth was I thinking? I'd never do that now. But I did it then.