[private joker]

Last night I was at the Bike playing 8/16. It was a must move game, and I was not in the main game yet. At my table was a drunk guy, extremely hammered. He was spraying chips everywhere, and screaming at the top of his lungs. It was close to unbearable, except he was donating chips and his anger was always directed at the dealers or elderly Asian women, not me.

Then I got moved to the main game and everything was nice -- for about 15 minutes. The drunk then got moved (when there was an open seat to my left), and I quickly changed seats so he would be on my right, where I could take maximum advantage of his bad play.

Unfortunately, the disgracefulness of his behavior outweighed the game benefits, and I slowly considered either suicide or homicide. I did neither. Because my temper is longer than the others at the table, everyone else complained before I had the chance. After he cursed out a chip runner for no reason (it would have made a sailor blush), she told the floorman and the floorman just dismissed her.

He continued berating the dealer and the other players, especially the Asians. He started calling them Bruce Lee, and saying "go back to Taiwan." He spilled beer on the table, knocked over other players' chip stacks, and slowed down the game tremendously by giving a huge, loud, profane speech every time it was his action. My head was hurting and I needed earplugs.

The other players kept calling the floorman over, and the floorman eventually leaned over into the guy's ear and told him to keep it down. The drunk tipped the floorman, and he went away. Several Coronas later, the guy got even worse. His screams were so loud that people in the No Limit section were standing up and looking over at our table. Everything in the casino stopped when he would shriek out another one of his bellowing tirades of obscenities.

The same player who complained before complained again, this time to another chip runner and a different dealer, but both of them referred to the floorman, who refused to kick the guy out. He kept getting his tips and quietly warning the guy to keep it down.

It was a juicy game and I was up a couple stacks, so I really didn't want to leave. Because it was a must-move, it was the only 8/16 I could play there. I didn't want to move down in limits or move up to 20/40. I was sort of stuck. I eventually told the drunk, who for some reason considered me his best and only friend at the table, "Dude you're giving me a headache." And he ignored it, just getting louder and slower.

After one more lengthy spew of profanities, the floorman finally said "take a break," and the drunk sat out 3 hands. He quickly came back to the table with another Corona. I gave up, racked up my chips, and said, "Seat open. I'm going to Commerce," loud enough for the floorman to hear me.

I don't think he cared. I ended up not going to Commerce, since by the time I cashed out and got my car from the valet, I just wanted to wind down -- so I went out to a club, danced with three girls, and had a great time.

Besides the fact that I should have skipped the Bike altogether and gone straight to the dance club, what should/could I have done differently in this situation?