Pierson Encounters a Grumpy Devilfish
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We picked up a heads-up pot on a turned board showing 
as David Ulliott was checking. Stephen Pierson bet 10,000, and "Devilfish" quickly called.
That brought them to the 
river, and Devilfish checked again.
"Cocktails! Red Bull!" The drink server was walking past the table just then, and Devilfish flagged him down.
"Hang on a sec, I want to see what he does." Devilfish made the cocktail server wait for a few seconds while Pierson fired one final bet of 17,500 at the pot. "I want a black coffee with two sugars, milk on the side." With hardly a pause in his dialogue, he turned to Pierson and continued chatting. "What the f*** do you have? You're probably only betting with an eight there. If you have a pair like jacks you probably check -- Don't forget the sugar!" he yelled back at the cocktail server who was already two tables away. Devilfish sat shuffling chips and mumbling to himself for about a minute while he sized up his opponent. "I got a bad feeling you got me beat with jacks or queens. F*** it."
With that last expletive-laden sigh, he flung the calling chips into the pot. "Yeah, I got you," Pierson said, turning up 
for the winning eights full of kings. He's up to 202,000 now, dropping a grumpy Devilfish down to 140,000.
"You got me again," he said under his breath. "You f***ing got me there and it's just..." Devilfish was trailing off. "I'm going to get you back."
"I'm sure you will," was Pierson's deadpan reply.