It's My Lucky Day! 
2003 Reader Submission
Pending Acceptance
This guy lived, but I think he definately demonstates the spirit need to someday win the award, if he hasn't already.
In summer of 1995, I was playing poker at the Cotton Club Casino in Greenville, Mississippi. For those not familiar with live poker, (NOT video poker) in a casino, the house deal but does not play, and collects a small amount from the pot for their service. The hero of the story took a seat to my immediate left. As the game progressed he won several lucky hands. Then he began to sweat, his face turned color, and he was in obvious discomfort. At the table was another person with heart disease who had some his nitro with him, and asked the other guy if he was in trouble. The "lucky" player explained that he did indeed have a heart problem and didn't have his nitro with him. The smart player let him have some. One, then two, then three pills were taken with no effect. Three is supposed to be the limit, but this guy took a fourth and wasn't any better. He admitted to feeling pain now. (During all of this, the game didn't stop.)The dealer called the floorman over who called for the casino's paramedic to come up. The paramed advised for an ambulance to be called and for the man to leave the game. He refused to leave, saying, "I'm runnning hot. It's my lucky day. I can't leave now." The game continued until the ambulance arrived. From somewhere a friend of the "hero" had shown up and was trying to talk sense into him. No luck, as he insisted that he couldn't leave while he was lucky. The ambulance attendent told the guy that he was definately having a heart attack and needed to leave right then. (I was beginning to wonder why the floorman didn't order the dealer to deal around him. That's what they are supposed to do in situations like that. Of course the game continued.) Finally, the attendent said, "Mister, you don't have a choice about leaving. Your only choice is transportation - ambulance or hearst." Finally, he gave in, and was taken away. For the next half hour there were a lot of bad jokes about one last hand, cashing in your chips, etc. A few weeks later I was in the casino again, and asked if anybody knew what had happened to such a devoted poker player. They said that the hospital had pulled him through and he had been in playing since. He certainly made a valiant effort to gain an award. Submitted on 06/11/2002
Submitted by:
Wayne D. Cowey
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