So I take down two big pots in a row at my table. Crybaby starts calling me Mr. Lucky because I turned a flush, bet big, he called and rivered trips and I took most of his stack.

So I start yammering on with "you're right...I've been pretty damned lucky today...haven't missed a draw in about 3 hours now. I can't believe how lucky I'm running, maybe, I think, or maybe not." I bust the crybaby shortly thereafter.