Speak Softly, Carry a Big Stack
Greg Raymer is a nice dude. Very accommodating. Jokes around with his table. Takes photos with or gives autographs to anyone. All in all, this is one decent guy.
But don't fuck with him.
Just like Raymer drops the hammer on unsuspecting short-stacks, he does the same to anyone that comes between what matters to him. Namely, his family and money.
Last year, it was two idiots from San Diego who tried to mug him at gunpoint in Vegas. Tonight, it was some random guy asking creepy questions about his daughter.
Raymer's table is near the main media area. His wife was sitting in a chair close by. This random guy, no press badge, no credentials of any kind, struck up a conversation with Raymer's wife.
"So, you have a daughter?" "How old is she?" "Where's she at right now?"
Raymer overhears this, stands up, turns around and tells the guy, "Fuck with my daughter and you're dead."
Damn.
Fold.
no he didnt get a time out and now looking at what i wrote down at the time i think it was more of a "if you're talking about my daughter, you're fucking dead." and it was said more than once. I'm like 99% sure he dropped the f bomb there or maybe i filled in the blank myself in my head when he said it because i dont know how you can tell a loser he's gonna be dead without saying he's gonna be fucking dead. regardless this loser was shaking visibly as he walked away.
Posted by: snake | July 13, 2005 at 01:05 PM
I think there's some clause in that rule that allows you to drop f-bombs if some perv is talking about your daughter...no time out for Raymer...
Posted by: Chops | July 13, 2005 at 06:38 AM
10 minute time-out for Raymer?
Posted by: Keith | July 12, 2005 at 09:13 PM