MS Sunshine
02-25-2003, 04:38 PM
Someone put up on RGP that the dumbest poker criminal was the guy that stole tournament chips, which have no cash value, off the table from someone on Day 1 of the $10K No-Limit Hold'em WSOP event at Binions a few years ago. Well, I know who this guy was because I was a Binion's poker shift supervisor then, and had some dealings with him.
WARNING: If you are currently eating or drinking please empty your mouth at this time and no one will be hurt.
I swear this story is completely true and has not been embellished to make it more entertaining.
THE STORY OF THE MAN IN THE BLUE BATHROBE.
It was about 2 am during a Hall of Fame classic, with two huge games, in my section, in the tent that was set-up in valet parking and a couple of small games in the main poker room, being watched by Tony Sheldon The phone rang, security was calling all supervisors in the building, asking us to be on the look-out for a man in a blue bathrobe who had left the east-side gift shop without paying for two packs of smokes. After talking with me they contacted Tony Sheldon in the main room. Tony looked around and from across the room he saw a man in a blue bathrobe, who was wearing jeans and a T-shirt under the robe, sitting down in a 1-4-8 Hold'em game with a rack of chips. Tony told security that he would get money for the cigs and just have someone come over and pick it up.
Well, Tony was busy with his line-up at the time, he did have two tables going, and put off going right over to the table to collect the money. The man in the blue bathrobe, greeted everyone at the table when he sat down, posted his blind and reached into the pockets of the bathrobe and pulled out a small glass pipe and a little bottle with a piece of crack cocaine inside. He put the crack into the pipe and took a good toke on the pipe as soon as he had it lit. When he opened his eyes he saw that he had commited some kind of faux pas, because the game had stopped and the other players were staring at him and the dealer, thru clenched teeth was calling the floorman to table one. As Tony made his way across the room, the man put his pipe, his industrial grade lighter and his now empty little bottle of crack back into the pockets of his blue bathrobe, picked up his chips and without playing to the BB started to leave the room. Tony asks the dealer what happened and after hearing it once asks her to repeat it again because he wasn't sure if he heard it correctly the first time.
While this is happening, the security guards that went to the east-side gift shop about the two packs of smokes are coming over to the west side of the casino cutting thru the alley that separates them. At the same the man in the blue bathrobe is using the same alley to get to the east side. Tony has called security dispatch and informed them of the man's current antics in the poker room and the hunt for the man in the blue bathrobe is afoot again. Some how the man makes a clean getaway.
About 7am the regular players start to come in where the small games are being played and the topic of conversation is the man in the blue bathrobe who was smoking crack at the $1-4-8 table during the night. One of the players turns to see who is sweating him, because they were pretty close to his chair, and standing right there is a man in a blue bathrobe. At the other end of the table there is some whispered conversations about whether this was the same man in the blue bathrobe who was smoking crack at the table a few hours previous or not. The man reaches over and picks up a couple of stacks of chips from the old man he was sweating and tells him, "Sorry about this but I need this" and runs for the door.
Just as he reaches the door, a mob of security guards surround him and jack him up against the wall. He's cursing, kicking, spitting and threating the guards with death if they don't unhand him. They get handcuffs on him and move him to the security room while they wait for Metro to arrest him.
A few hours later, a security guard returns and tells me the rest of the story. It seems that our hero was not very cooperative and continued to threaten a security supervisor until Metro arrived. The supervisor told the police officer of the man's antics of the evening and the officer wrote two summons for the man in the blue bathrobe and asked to have the handcuffs taken off him, so he could leave the property. Well, the security supervisor comes unglued and starts listing what this man had done this evening again, for the officer. At the same time the man, while still handcuffed, is laughing at the security supervisor telling him what a moron he was. The officer is telling the supervisor that both thefts were petty thefts, there was no crack left and the threats were not of a credible nature.
At this point, the man in the blue bathrobe, spits on the supervisor, and the cops arrest him for battery and take him to jail.
About a week before the WSOP starts, the man returns without the blue bathrobe and tells me he is a hitman for the Kentucky mob and he is going to tip over one of the poker tables to get some attention for how the Horseshoe had him in jail for months because he forgot to pay for two packs of cigs. I told him that was not nessary, and I could get this straightened out with one phone call. He said OK and I called security and they hauled him out of the poker room, cursing me, the Horseshoe and, of course, security.
The next day, I was telling Jim A. what happened, and he said the guy didn't get arrested and we most likely wouldn't see this guy again. I said that the guy had a thing for the Horseshoe and I didn't think he would just disappear. So, when he did show up again, stole the tournament chips and threw them into the street. The next day Jim A. kicked me out of his office for saying "I told you so".
MS Sunshine
WARNING: If you are currently eating or drinking please empty your mouth at this time and no one will be hurt.
I swear this story is completely true and has not been embellished to make it more entertaining.
THE STORY OF THE MAN IN THE BLUE BATHROBE.
It was about 2 am during a Hall of Fame classic, with two huge games, in my section, in the tent that was set-up in valet parking and a couple of small games in the main poker room, being watched by Tony Sheldon The phone rang, security was calling all supervisors in the building, asking us to be on the look-out for a man in a blue bathrobe who had left the east-side gift shop without paying for two packs of smokes. After talking with me they contacted Tony Sheldon in the main room. Tony looked around and from across the room he saw a man in a blue bathrobe, who was wearing jeans and a T-shirt under the robe, sitting down in a 1-4-8 Hold'em game with a rack of chips. Tony told security that he would get money for the cigs and just have someone come over and pick it up.
Well, Tony was busy with his line-up at the time, he did have two tables going, and put off going right over to the table to collect the money. The man in the blue bathrobe, greeted everyone at the table when he sat down, posted his blind and reached into the pockets of the bathrobe and pulled out a small glass pipe and a little bottle with a piece of crack cocaine inside. He put the crack into the pipe and took a good toke on the pipe as soon as he had it lit. When he opened his eyes he saw that he had commited some kind of faux pas, because the game had stopped and the other players were staring at him and the dealer, thru clenched teeth was calling the floorman to table one. As Tony made his way across the room, the man put his pipe, his industrial grade lighter and his now empty little bottle of crack back into the pockets of his blue bathrobe, picked up his chips and without playing to the BB started to leave the room. Tony asks the dealer what happened and after hearing it once asks her to repeat it again because he wasn't sure if he heard it correctly the first time.
While this is happening, the security guards that went to the east-side gift shop about the two packs of smokes are coming over to the west side of the casino cutting thru the alley that separates them. At the same the man in the blue bathrobe is using the same alley to get to the east side. Tony has called security dispatch and informed them of the man's current antics in the poker room and the hunt for the man in the blue bathrobe is afoot again. Some how the man makes a clean getaway.
About 7am the regular players start to come in where the small games are being played and the topic of conversation is the man in the blue bathrobe who was smoking crack at the $1-4-8 table during the night. One of the players turns to see who is sweating him, because they were pretty close to his chair, and standing right there is a man in a blue bathrobe. At the other end of the table there is some whispered conversations about whether this was the same man in the blue bathrobe who was smoking crack at the table a few hours previous or not. The man reaches over and picks up a couple of stacks of chips from the old man he was sweating and tells him, "Sorry about this but I need this" and runs for the door.
Just as he reaches the door, a mob of security guards surround him and jack him up against the wall. He's cursing, kicking, spitting and threating the guards with death if they don't unhand him. They get handcuffs on him and move him to the security room while they wait for Metro to arrest him.
A few hours later, a security guard returns and tells me the rest of the story. It seems that our hero was not very cooperative and continued to threaten a security supervisor until Metro arrived. The supervisor told the police officer of the man's antics of the evening and the officer wrote two summons for the man in the blue bathrobe and asked to have the handcuffs taken off him, so he could leave the property. Well, the security supervisor comes unglued and starts listing what this man had done this evening again, for the officer. At the same time the man, while still handcuffed, is laughing at the security supervisor telling him what a moron he was. The officer is telling the supervisor that both thefts were petty thefts, there was no crack left and the threats were not of a credible nature.
At this point, the man in the blue bathrobe, spits on the supervisor, and the cops arrest him for battery and take him to jail.
About a week before the WSOP starts, the man returns without the blue bathrobe and tells me he is a hitman for the Kentucky mob and he is going to tip over one of the poker tables to get some attention for how the Horseshoe had him in jail for months because he forgot to pay for two packs of cigs. I told him that was not nessary, and I could get this straightened out with one phone call. He said OK and I called security and they hauled him out of the poker room, cursing me, the Horseshoe and, of course, security.
The next day, I was telling Jim A. what happened, and he said the guy didn't get arrested and we most likely wouldn't see this guy again. I said that the guy had a thing for the Horseshoe and I didn't think he would just disappear. So, when he did show up again, stole the tournament chips and threw them into the street. The next day Jim A. kicked me out of his office for saying "I told you so".
MS Sunshine