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Originally Posted by Laughlin
I think this story belongs here.
I was playing on the strip many years ago at a crowded room. This room was very strict on foul language and there was a player at the next table that just couldn’t stop himself from dropping the f-bomb every other sentence. After a couple visits from the floor he was asked to leave.
This didn’t go over well and he stood up and towered over the 60+ year old, 5’6 floor man and demanded that if he had to leave than the floor needed to get him a rack. The entire room has come to a stop at this point and is watching the scene play out.
The floor looks up at this guy and says “you can go get a rack yourself”. The jerk ***** his arm back like he is going to hit him and does the half-punch, made-you-flinch thing but without the expected results. The old floor man didn’t even blink and the jerk walked over to the counter and got a rack.
This was pretty great by itself but as the jerk was walking to the cashier he had to get one more f-bomb in and told the floor what he could go do to himself.
Enter drunk vigilante from a different table. Some random dude stands up and yells “YOU CAN’T TALK TO HIM THAT WAY” and proceeds to knock the jerk out cold.
Chips went flying and the foul-language jerk could be heard literally snoring on the ground because the entire room was dead silent. Vigilante sat back down for all of five seconds before security was pulling him up and taking him away.
I have a similar story.
No poker hands... but pretty funny:
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So... I'm at an upscale room playing 1/2 on Saturday around noon. Most people have been there a while although I had only recently arrived. One guy looked pretty drunk/tired and was playing pretty loose and cursing but not aggressive. Kind of a.... HappyDrunk.
After loosing a few hands.... I watched HappyDrunk metamorphosize into AngryDrunk. He started berating a player mercilessly and pelting him with f-bombs. The dealer calls the floor-guy who listened to the story... took one look at AngryDrunk and gave him a 30-minute penalty to cool off. The floor-guy walks back to his station and AngryDrunk follows him and get's in his face (nose to nose) telling him he can shove his 30 minute penalty right up his etc etc. AngryDrunk then returns to the table, picks up his half-empty beer bottle and throws it a good 20-25 feet at the floor-guy. It misses him but almost hits a player at another table. Several security guys arrive quickly and the floor-guy tells AngryDrunk that he's going to jail.
AngryDrunk starts collecting his chips and begins to walk away but security is in his way. AngryGuy pauses for second...slowly looks around... steps to the side...and then... (amazingly)... makes a run for it! I think the security guys were so surprised, they let him get a few steps ahead before (like an old "keystone cops" movie) gave chase through the poker room! AngryDrunk might have had a chance to escape had he just been "Angry" but his inebriated state coupled with probably 12+ hours of poker playing were not conducive to an athletic gait and he slips on the polished floor just outside the room sending hundreds of chips in the air... and gets gang-tackled by security.
Wonderful theater!