Doyle Brunson is really quite a different kettle of fish to Scott Fischman. Doyle's been a poker player for something like half a century, and was writing big treatises on poker in the '70s. So, you might expect a book with a title like this to be as dull as ditchwater, but Doyle has two things going for him: a wealth of experience to draw upon, and the ability to spin a story. I counted three deaths at the table, including a murder, plus a whole pile of unfortunate endings and strange happenings. And it's actually rather difficult to spin out fifty hands of poker to tedious length, so what you end up with is actually a rather short and sweet book.