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Originally Posted by abarber
We had exchanged words throughout the FT, but when we were down to 4 or 5-handed play, It folded to the SB (Jared), who asked me how many chips I had. I was the CL at this point, and we are playing FIXED LIMIT, so it made no sense to ask, especially if I cover. I said "I have enough bets to cap until tomorrow", and he proceeds to get out of seat and walk behind the dealer (he was in the 8) to stand beside me (I was in the 1 or 2) and look at my "chips". Now, you may recall earlier in the series there was a scandal in the HU tournament where one of the players was accused of marking cards. Having this in mind, I said that there was only one reason to walk over and that was to look at my cards. He ****ing lost it, and then lost it again when I asked for a setup change.
I played with the guy for 2 days, and the above doesn't come close to telling the whole story, but he's one of the worst people I have ever had the misfortune of dealing with.
I found the video online:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESzXWUVFeB8. For those who are interested, the hand you're describing starts at about 8:30.
Memory is a funny thing, Andrew. Jared never actually asked you how many chips you had (that was his response after the fact to your comment that you couldn't think of a reason why he'd want to walk over there). What he said initially (to the floorman) was, "I'm gonna stand up. My hand's not dead, right? I want to stand up to see." And he didn't walk behind the dealer; he just stood on his side of the dealer and leaned over, peering at the table in front of you.
I didn't watch the entire final table, but I have to say his behavior was bizarre and highly inappropriate. He couldn't sit still; he kept standing up. (In the hand in which you busted him, he announced, "I'm not going to stand up"—and then within 2 seconds of saying that he does stand up.) He couldn't stop talking to the rail (something another player seemed to complain about); he couldn't let any of the arguments drop; he insulted you to your face; and his purported explanation that he had a reason for wanting to know exactly how many chips you had and would tell you if and when he got heads-up with you made absolutely no sense.
I think on some level he was trying to get under your skin (and may have succeeded, to a degree). I think on some level he simply had no self-control in the moment. I'm frankly surprised that the floorman allowed such bizarre and inappropriate behavior to continue for so long. It made me queasy just watching it; I give you credit for maintaining your composure as much as you did.
Congrats on the win and on knocking him out.