A Coinflip for Barbieri



The turn came the


Barbieri stood up from his chair and began to pack his belongings as the table awaited his decision. "Anyone got a coin? Quarter?" he asked. Someone on the rail responded, "Coin or quarter?"
"Quarter. Gonna flip it." Barbieri grabbed the quarter from the railbird and flipped it high onto the felt. It landed heads, and Barbieri flipped it again. Heads again. "Jesus Christ," he said, shaking his head. With that, he quickly slid his cards into the muck. Before he sat back down, he asked the railbird, "Can I keep the quarter?"
"Yeah. Good luck!"