Last night Manu Ginobili was playing poker–he had the short stack against his friend Jacque and was the big blind–and Manu Ginobili was in with friggin’ pocket rockets, diamond and club. Jacque raised and then re-raised him pre-flop, but Jacque had just raised on a king-five the hand before, so Manu Ginobili called bullshit, right? The flop was three of clubs, seven of hearts and the ace of hearts–no, ace of spades. So Manu Ginobili goes all in, which doesn’t scare off Jacque at all. He goes all in too. Everyone else folds; they’re going head-to-head. The turn is a nine or diamonds or something–whatever, doesn’t help Manu Ginobili. The river is another nine, so Manu Ginobili feels pretty good about his trip aces. Like, at most, Jacque has three nines with a king kicker, right? He probably doesn’t have a boat. They throw down, and Jacque ends up having four nines, dude. He has four of a kind. Why did he even go all in with the nines to begin with if there was nothing on the flop? Nines should not beat pre-flop aces, bro. I mean…I mean, that’s just wrong, right? Who would have ever thought that Manu Ginobili expected one thing to happen, and the cards fell in a completely different manner? That’s just crazy. Four of a kind nines, bro. That’s just a bad beat right there.