Around midnight last night, I received the following text message from T-Roy (aka Darling), who had already arrived at the WSOP with some of his high-stakes cronies in tow:
"Starting sat(ellite). 1 guy wearing gloves. One with painted black nails. One paraplegic in a wheelchair. Weighs 80 lbs. And the rest can't speak English."
A few hours later:
"That sat worked well. Some weirdos can't play."
Darling up $10k.