When we walked up to the table, Andrey Zaichenko had 6,700 chips out in front of him in middle position (a four-bet?), and the gentleman in the big blind had moved all in for 45,200 total. Zaichenko took a good soak in the tank, then made the call for a bit more than half his stack.
Any fool knows you always bet on red. The flop came out , and Mr. Opponent shot out of his chair and pounded a fist on the felt in frustration. He was standing behind his chair, shaking his head and looking pretty grumpy as the blank turned.
Mr. Opponent clutched his hands over his mouth in silent disbelief, and now it was Zaichenko with a pound of the fist. He was less than thrilled about the re-suck, and paying off his debt drops him back around 40,000.