It was like a sequence in a bad poker-themed film. It so happens that after a rough start to her session, Queen Sheba went on a tear and built up a huge wall of poker chips. The only person still sitting, besides the dealer, shrugs her shoulders and asks, “Do you want to keep playing?” For purposes of this blog, I’ll call her “Queen Sheba.” When he cashed out, so did another player. Two more players left, and one of the Final Four announced he would also go as soon as the button passed again. We had a full table, then 6-handed for awhile.
