lmao "I will **** your mom in front of you."

There was a Redditor who described being in the room when Larry Ellison (of Oracle) was served an immaculate Big Mac and Fries on a fancy plate with a silver cloche/dome thing.

That's funny. I guess he didn't need to go into the restaurant.

Maurice the scammer?

I believe I have posted these elsewhere, but since they fit...

Back in the late 1990s or early 2000s when the Hard Rock in Vegas (now Virgin) had a decent poker room. Not just the few tables they later had down the midway, but a legitimate 20+ something tables back in a wing accross from the Pink Taco. The room was long and sort of spiraled around from the front so the back of the room couldn't been seen from the front desk. Thus was back when they used to have Trash Talk Tuesday's.

Anyway, they had a tournament going on in the back of the room. These two older guys (youngest was mid 60s, other was slightly older), start **** talking each other. It is obvious they know each other and do not like each other. The dealer lets it go, they start to escalate and are now yelling at each other about the crappy play of the other. The floor comes over and tries to calm them down and fails. They get in each other's faces and start pushing each other. Floor immediately runs around the corner to go up to the front desk and call security.

The pushing turns into wrestling and the two old men are soon rolling around on the floor. No punches are thrown. This goes on for over a minute. They just keep rolling around, no one really gets an upper hand and since they are not punching each other, whoever is on top cannot take advantage of their position.

After a minute or two the both just suddenly stop. They both get to their feet and put their hands on their knees trying to catch their breath.

Security still has not come.

Finally they both catch their breath and go back to their seats and sit down. The games all resume. The floorperson doesn't really know what to do so he goes over and gives each of them a warning. Everything continues and security never showed up.

Exhaustion ended the fight, not security.

Back when the Flamingo had a poker room (RIP) they had a tournament going on at the far end if their room (furthest from the front desk). They had that short wall running around the room. One of the guys playing in the tournament had three really large (6'4"+, 230lbs+) friends railbirding him just on the other side of the wall.

The table was a bit rowdy with everyone yelling, laughing and generally having a good time.

All of a sudden this short 5'6"(???) Older guy stands up and starts yelling at another player at the table. He runs around the table and open hand hitting another player. He wasn't hitting him in the head though. And he wasn't hitting him hard. He was open hand hitting the guy in the arm, chest, and shoulder area. So while I am sure it mildly hurt, it wasn't damaging. The guy getting hit just sort of sat there stunned not knowing what to do. He was stunned from surprise, not from pain because as mentioned it wasn't that damaging.

This goes on for a few seconds. Finally, one of the huge railbirders steps over the short wall behind the crazy guys back and puts his arms beneath the crazy guys arms and then interlocks his arms behind the guys head and lifts him up. Basically immobilized him.

They crazy guy flails about but can't really move. The big guy just holds him. Security is called. Eventually a front line low level security guard shows up (one of the security guards who is more of a direction giver and not armed beyond a walkie talkie). He looks at the big guy and the big guy carefully and calmly explains what happened and that he is just trying to keep the peace. The security guard tells him the let the other guy go. The big guy says that the crazy guy will just go off as soon as he is released. He releases him and sure enough the crazy guy turns around and starts open hand slapping the big guy in the chest and arms.

The security guard tries to get the crazy guy to stop, butbis having no effect. The big guy openly laughs and then grabs the crazy guy in a bear hug, lifts him up and gently puts him on the floor facedown, grabs his arms and holds them behind his back.

The security guard calls real security on his walkie talkie. Everyone stands around casually talking while the crazy guy flails around on the floor.

A couple of security guards with guns and cuffs show up. They tell the big guy to get off the crazy guy. He points out that he is just trying to keep the peace and as soon as he gets off the crazy guy the crazy guy will go off. The security guards just repeat their order to get off the crazy guy. The bug guy gets up and the crazy guy immediately jumps up and starts randomly open hand slapping everyone around him in the arms and chest.

The two new security guards are a bit stunned and hesitate. The big guy ends up behind the crazy guy so he once again puts him in a bear hug immobilized him.

The two security guards gather their wits and put a pair of handcuffs on one arm of the crazy guy, they grab his other arm and tell the big guy to let him go. He does and they slap the cuffs on his other arm.

One of the security guards takes the crazy guy away. The other security guard then tries to 86 the big guy. The big guy keeps asking what for and the security guard says that he was fighting. The big guys says he wasn't fighting, he was simply immobilizing the guy to stop him from fighting. He said he did nothing out of anger, he was just stopping one person from trying to hurt another.

The security guard says it doesn't matter, he was involved in a physical altercation so he needed to go. Every spectator around starts defending the big guy. Eventually the security guard figures out he he needs to pause. He calls his boss. His boss arrives and eventually the bosses boss is called. Finally the casino manager shows up. Literally the highest, most important person on the property.

By this time everyone in the room has rallied around the big guy because he had done nothing wrong and the Flamingo was trying to 86 him.

The casino manager sees everyone defending this guy and gives in and let's the big guy stay.

One night at Ameristar in Hammond Indiana in 2008 a single, plain clothes gaming official accosted a African American gentleman asking him to come with him. The guy politely told him that he would if he showed him some identification. The GO said he didn't need to show him a badge and started to grab his arm as to make him stand up. Stand up this guy did as he double leg scooped the GO, legs replacing where his head just was and slammed him to the floor exclaiming "show me your badge!!!". The GO was not a small gentleman yet was stifled in his attempt to do his job in anyway possible. The guy says to him "I would have came with you but your can't just grab me for no reason...." as the backup troops arrive and tackle the guy and haul him away. Everybody was kinda frozen but as the scene cleared we were all siding with the guy and asking why the GO didn't just show him his badge.
About 5 min later they made a announcement apologizing for the incident and that the guy was a positive id of a suspect in the Layne Bryant store murder of 5 women recently in the Chicagoland area.

There was a older Asian lady sitting next to me and she leans in and says "if that guy is innocent, they should give him the Gaming Officials' job because he sucked at it"

The Layne Bryant murders remain unsolved.

It is not advisable to refuse directions from security (or police). It is not advisable to refuse directions from armed security (or police). No ifs, no buts, no excuses.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lane...ixth%20injured.

Okay that’s awesome. More stories like these please!

Thank you. Another great story!

I remember those Lane Bryant murders. I lived in Tinley Park at the time (where they happened).

Geez.

The one time I was sort of involved physically in an altercation at a table I wasn't really involved physically.

Growing up I was always a very good athlete. Very good. I played in all sorts of sports. So I had been involved in more than my share of disagreements. Furthermore, I was not your stereotypical athlete. I was average height and probably lighter weight than most. I also wore glasses. That just hide my strength and toughness. I don't mean that as a brag, more as an explanation. I was the person that if two teams were going to have an altercation on a playing field, opponents would seek me out because they would see an average height, lightweight who wore glasses as an easy mark. If you were reluctant to get in a fight backing up your friends, you would choose me as an opponent. I totally get that.

However I punched above my weight so to speak. I had dabbled in boxing when I was younger and I was an extremely good athlete. I had regular experience dealing with opponents who were bigger than me.

Again, not a brag. I totally see why people would think they could intimidate me physically, yet I have surprised lots of people. Just setting the mood. I would never resort to violence, but I wasn't going to be afraid of it either.

I was playing at the Flamingo (RIP...). I was playing at the table just to the right of the cash cage against the brick, outside wall. I was in seat 5 with ny back against the wall.

I raised preflop with a bullshit hand. An obnoxiously drunk big blind in seat 9 min reraised me. Of course I call. Flop hits me perfectly. I proceed to call the big blind down on the flop on turn, where I raise all in on the river. He calls. I show my monster, he shows aces. The dealer pushes me the pot and I start to stack my chips. A stupid poker hand, but whatever. He played bad and got stacked.

He starts to talk ****. Whatever.

My usual reaction to a player talking smack after losing is to ignore it. I don't care. Talk doesn't matter.

The fact that I am ignoring him pisses him off (he is drunk). So he escalates the trash talk. He threatens to kick my ass. Again I act like he isn't there. The dealer reprimands him and says he cannot verbally attack another player.

I look at the dealer (who I know fairly well) and tell her that I don't mind him talking ****. I am ok with it. I tell her to do whatever she should do, but not to so it on my behalf.

This (obviously) sets the drunk off even more. He sees me as someone he can physically intimidate. He threatens me even more. I ignore him but being ignored just sets him off more.

He stands up and says he is going to kick my ass. The dealer immediately calls the floor. He starts to come around the table to kick my ass. He is drunk enough that as he gets up and starts to come around the table, his foot catches on the chair of seat 7. He faceplants directly onto the brick wall. Knocks himself out. I started to stand up to defend myself.

As he faceplants into the brick wall, I sit back down. He isn't getting up. There is literal blood on the wall. He is out. The floor comes over and calls security/medical.

They evaluate him and call an ambulance.

My first and only fight at a poker table was short lived. No punches thrown. I survived.

^ He woke up the next day thinking - that little nerdy guy throws punches that are like bricks to the face!

i'm not much of a fight sports watcher but i'd watch a fight between the crazy chest slapper and the drunk face planter.

10 or 11 years ago I was 18 (not USA) and loved to show bad bluffs that worked from time to time.

I made a big guy fold a hand and as I showed him the cards he said ''I'll get ya outside you ****ing moron, thinking you're cool''. My answer was that showing a bluff was fun and he could do it to me as well, after that he calmed down and game resumed. He eventually gets dealt pair of aces which get cracked by a set of mine and he storms out of the table saying we'd see each other later.
I continued my session and could always see him pushing down buttons on mega tilt from my table. I thought ''I hope he's not waiting for me to leave''.

Anyway after about an hour I leave the casino and I as I'm walking by the exit at 4am the f***ng donk confronts me with a knife and tells me to give him the money he lost on that hand (around 200USD). I give him 200 bucks, he takes them, says nothing and walks away without significant haste. I still was 2 BI up and went to the bus stop to get home. I learned that night that knife>set.

At a 2/5 NLHE game at commerce, a guy shoves over my pot sized river bet (a out 3x pot) and then says 'the last few dollars I have to my name are in this pot, and my kids need to eat. If you call and win, I'm gonna go home, murder my two children and then commit suicide ' His expression was stone cold. Since there was a non-zero chance he was serious, I folded the nuts. Even though I knew the chances he was serious were near-zero, I simply imagined what would have happened on the off chance the threat was real. The next day everyone would roll their eyes at me and say 'so you just had to win that pot, didn't you? '

I tried to get the guy banned. As this was commerce, I failed.

You should have called the bet and then called the police.

I thought about that actually. In my experience, LAPD are really lazy and ineffective. He could have told the cops he was joking and they may very well have left it alone. But you're right, had I called the bet and called the cops, if he managed to go through with it anyway it wouldnt be on my conscience. If id told the authorities and they couldn't stop him, that would mean I did my best without letting a likely bogus suicide threat scare me away from a pot. But at the time all I could think was was 'this guys unstable. There will be other pots, other games. Let this go. '

When I first starting playing in the mid 90's I would fly out to Philly and drive to AC to meet a buddy of mine and play nonstop for 3-4 days and then fly home. IIRC, all you could play was stud, limit and Omaha. Gawd, I was obsessed with the game back then and the crazy atmosphere of the Taj and AC just made it more alluring.

That room was huge and wide open so you could see and hear anything crazy that happened from just about any place in the room. I remember some dude was in a hand of stud and got pissed over his opponent rearranging his cards or something and was screaming about it nonstop, louder and louder until someone from another table yelled "shut up!".

Then another...

and another and another...

until the entire room had stood up shouting shut up and F-off while security dragged him out of the room while he cursed and flipped everyone off. Everyone broke out into a chorus of laughter as he exited the room but within 30 seconds it was back to the quiet clatter of chips.

I remember looking around the room taking it all in thinking how awesome the poker world is because there always seemed to be something crazy happening on top of the fun of the game

I miss being excited about the game, I no longer get the degen-tingles and have stopped playing

I agree with you. There was something about the Taj poker room that really made it unique.

In the Chicago area there is a super-tight surgeon who plays 2-5 and is the most miserable human being anyone has ever known. He's not obnoxious, but he does have the God-complex and clearly looks down on everyone while he sits there and nut-peddles all day only playing AQ+

The first time I ever was at the same table as him, within 15 minutes he told me I was "wasting my life" as an inner-city high school teacher and soon after I was talking about options strategy with two other guys and the surgeon looks at me and says, "you'll never make money with options. you should stop right away" (it's actually not that hard to make money with options if you take it seriously and treat it like a business and not some gambling outlet, only taking standard set ups with strict stop losses and you can do well)

A few years later I was talking to another reg in the room and he was friends with the surgeon and he told me the backstory of how his parents told him he was worthless his whole life and he has been trying to prove them wrong ever since (surgeon has to be over 65) and everyone around him tells him he needs serious therapy. He's just a miserable man and I honestly feel bad for him.

There's a legit 94 year old Black guy who plays in the Chicago area and once in awhile someone will make a comment when he goes and I always say, "that guy? Lee? He's my hero. We should all be so lucky to be able to sling chips at age 94 with guys one third of our age! What do you want him to do? Stay home and wait to die? Everytime he is here, that's a win for him" And he is a nice guy who always smiles and can play, doesnt slow up the game much at all for a guy 94

Poker is a great metaphor and microcosm for life. Both are about discipline, making good choices, and responding to adversity.

Meeting people from all strata of life is easily in my top 5 favorite things about poker.

I have told this story before and it isn't to the same degree, but it is close.

When I was young where winning or losing at poker was huge for me and my life, I was playing at a home game. I regularly gave another player a ride to the game.

He was probably a break-even to slightly winning player in the game. It was close.

Anyway, one night I won big in the game. Most of my winnings came from beating him. I just happened to hit big hands when he hit slightly worse big hands. Poker.

I was driving him home and we were talking about life and random stuff.

He started talking about how his ex-wife was a beotch and he owed lots of money in child support. He was talking like a victim, but the fact that children were involved really tugged at my heart. I felt bad about the money I won. I really did. It felt like I was taking from his children.

The next week he won big and I lost a lot. I was second best while he was at the top of his range or I got it in good and he sucked out. Poker.

So the following week I go to pick him up for the game and he asks me if I want to come in and want to see his new TV. This was in the 1990's when a 55' inch TV was worth a fortune. As he is showing it to me, he gives me a little ribbing by saying that I paid for most of it when I lost to him last week. He continued giving me a hard time. He won big and his kids didn't see any of it. He bought a huge TV.

That was the best lesson I could learn at poker.

I am not going to feel sorry for my opponent. They are putting their money on the table and the chips end up where the do. That is up to fate/luck/probability. No one is going to give me a refund when they beat me, even if I "deserve" it. So I won't feel sorry for them when they lose.

That said, I will be one of the first people to speak up when I think a player is drunk or otherwise being unfairly taken advantage of. I will be one of the first to speak up if I see someone being conned, stolen from, or cheated. However if we are all playing by the both the rules and the spirit of the rules then the results are what they are.

If that results in someone doing something horrific later because they lost then that is on them. We both took our chances. If they won they would have likely chosen to spend that money in a way I would not agree with.

That is their business and I cannot control others choices. However I will not suffer because of others choices.

This is late 90s at a dingy casino when I was young and arrogant. It's about 3am and only the degens are left, and we are playing (IIRC) 4-8 limit omaha high only, which is about as tilting a game as you can get. A hand arises and I try one of the most hopeless multistreet, multiraise bluffs into multiple people in the history of poker, and it gets called down by two people; I don't remember the exact specifics, but it was something like the board is JTT42 with three spades, one guy has JJ and other guy has nut spades and I have nothing.

So I bet the river and they both call, and I turn over my hand and proudly say "pair of 2's" or whatever. Guy with JJ breathes a happy sigh of relief and turns over his hand, knowing he's the winner.

The other guy is a very small Asian man, maybe 5ft, and sitting in the 10 seat. I'm significantly bigger than him and sitting in the five. He looks at me and angrily asks WTF I'm doing raising with that. I answer snottily that I thought my hand was good. He doesn't get the joke and asks me how I can think a pair is good. I reiterate that I was sure I was going to win. He starts to ask something else heatedly, and the floorman (bored because he's there at 3am with one game running) is right there to tell him to drop it.

Next hand or two goes by and he's just burning a hole looking at me with furious eyes. I wasn't in de-escalation mood, so I met his stare with a giant s**t eating grin on my face. This (unsurprisingly) did not calm him down and he shouted asking what I was looking at and why I was smiling and I just said "nothing". He then stood up and took a started to come around the table.

The floorman I guess had already alerted security that things were getting heated, and before he got halfway around the table, he was tackled by two security guards, who (equally bored to be there at 3am) took him outside where all we could hear was thudding and moaning for a minute, before the security guys came back in chortling to each other.

With that all seemingly behind us, the game resumed for a few hands, but it was kind of dying quickly. Suddenly we see the two security guards rush out again, then come back in a couple minutes later holding a hockey stick (yes this was in Canada obv). Apparently the guy had gone to his car, gotten this hockey stick, and tried to smash his way back into the casino to get me.

Ironically, the guy's wife was sitting behind him watching him play, and was responsible for packing up his chips. She apologized on his behalf, and I had security escort me to my car. Don't think I ever saw him again.

Pretty sure I know this guy