Even though he knew Bandy's hand might not be strong, given his momentum had dwindled and failed to recover.
Unless he suppressed Bandy in a similar manner, there was a chance to regain his own momentum.
As for counterplay, if he won it was fine, but losing would also psychologically put him at a disadvantage.
Including calling the bets, which in essence was a form of compromise or an admission of weakness, yet he kept pushing...
He glanced at the roughly less than $100,000 of chips left on his table and pushed them all in!
"It's as if we're closed for business today!" he drew in a drag of his cigarette, clenching the stub in his teeth, his eyelids twitching.
Bandy raised an eyebrow, nonchalantly counted out the chips, tossed them in, and then slowly revealed his cards.
Sitting beside, Rick cursed, "Fuck," because if he hadn't folded, he would have won this hand!
But now, Bandy had won.
