After a flop, we found Andrew Dick with a bet of 85,000 in front of him, contemplating an all-in shove from Garrett Greer. Someone called the clock after a while, and with 10 seconds left, Dick pushed his stack of about 250,000 forward.
Greer flipped over for trips, while Dick held just .
"Club," Dick said, and the dealer obliged with .
"Club," Dick said once more. Again, the dealer granted his wish, this time with the .
"Oh my God," an amazed and disgusted Greer said over and over, leaning down in his chair in disbelief.