Oy Vey for Doft
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Mickey Doft: (XXX) / 
Opponent gentleman: (XXX) / 
An enormous pot had formed by the time we arrived on seventh street. Mickey Doft's opponent had bet, and Doft was moving his down cards around as though they might suddenly turn into different, better cards if he shuffled them around enough. Eventually, with a look of deep regret on his face, he folded, leaving himself with 5,500.