L'Amour

I turn around, my eyes falling on...

... my wife. My wife is at home, what is she doing here? I'm double-gobsmacked. I look again. No, definitely her. She drove out to the casino. She's been sweating me from a safe distance for a couple of hours, not wanting to spook me. I can't fucking believe she's there. I love her. I know she loves me. And I know one more thing: I know her well enough to know that she didn't drive all this way unless she believed I was going to win.

Ryan's write-up of his final hand Friday night at Event No. 1 of the LA Poker Classic is fantastic, and not only because of his description of the great fucking call he made to win the damn thing.