Adam Adler raised to 155,000 under the gun, and one of his railers raised his beer in the air and called out, "I love it, I love it, I love it, everything about it." Everyone folded, and his merry railer cried, "That's my man, my man, Adam Adler," in case it wasn't obvious.
The next hand Adler got a walk, to cheers from his corner of the rail.