Someone accidentally bent one of the cards in the red deck during a hand on Table 352, and a tournament director peaked at the card, then went to get a replacement. The action in the hand folded to a gentleman on the button who made it perfectly clear that he wasn't acting until a new card was brought back.
"Why?" a short-stacked player asked him.
"I don't want to play with the blue deck," the man responded.
"Some of us are short," the player returned angrily. "We're missing hands because of this."
The player then called the clock, and about 20 seconds in, the floorperson returned with a new card. The gentleman who was waiting folded, and so too did everyone else. The dealer flipped the new card over, it was the , and then shot the floorperson a confused look.
Evidently it was the wrong card. The red deck went into the well, the blue deck was fanned onto the felt, and the entire table erupted with laughter.