Despite the fierce, and sometimes cutthroat, competition, it’s obvious that most of the players are good sports who really enjoy the game of poker. Take table 17 for example. Francois Tarrab, the big stack of that group, apologized to everyone circling the felt after he took longer than necessary to fold.
Everyone at the table had concluded that he was pondering his next move. But Francois readily admitted that he wasn’t fully aware that it was his turn to bet. Although it wasn’t that long of a delay, he was adamant about atoning.
“It was only a minute,” one player brushed off the indiscretion.
Another competitor added, “It really looked like you were concentrating. We had no idea.”
Francois shook his head, made a reference about time being money, and looking at the player directly opposite him, asked. “You’re a doctor, aren’t you?”
The man nodded. “So for that amount of time, I must owe you a 100 bucks.”
Then he eyeballed the next player over. “As for you, I probably I owe you ten.”
Laughter erupted all around.
