Quite the opposite, actually – he’s walking out with nearly a quarter million dollars in profit. But it’s not as if he’s going home empty handed. The opponent calls, and just like that, the skinny 21-year-old at the center table is busted.

The dealer delivers the river: it’s the six of hearts. This is the World Series of Poker, after all. The odds are against him, and, oh, does he know that.

Just a few moments before, he tweeted something possible only for speculators, investment bankers and professional poker players. His chips are looking a little lonely, too, whittled down to a meager $650,000. He’s holding the ace of spades and the jack of diamonds, but the flop was the nine of hearts, ten of spades and six of clubs–not exactly a four of a kind. The skinny twenty-one-year-old in the Alpha Tau Omega hat at the center table doesn’t like his odds.