A short-stacked player in middle position pushed all in and it folded around to the player in the big blind who made the call. The caller tabled his hand -- -- then stood to get a look at his opponent's .
"Kings?!" he said. "Dude... you're about to get beat."
The flop came and the kings were still good, but the turn brought the . Then came the river... the ! The table couldn't help but offer remarks on the remark.
"It's because you said it," said one. "I sit here quiet as a clam 99% of the time and don't win," said the failed prognosticator, attempting to defend his preflop hubris. "I figured one time I'd be a little... robustful and maybe I'd win."
It's a theory.