Mercier Moves Into the Bad Day Camp
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and the gent doubling up was holding pocket jacks. Mercier was holding something that looked awfully like pocket eights (the dealer mucked it very quickly and it could possibly have been 
, but we're going to give Mr. Mercier the benefit of the doubt) for a nasty set-over-set unavoidability type situation.