Hi unskilld.
Ok, you just made me smile again with a question.
Thank you.
The largest pot. That would be in live action, not tournament.
That would also be when I was dealing for John Moss at the Alladin and Flamingo poker rooms in the late 70s. The single largest pot I ever dealt was in no-limit Texas Hold’em. Everyone that still had cards (three players - Doyle Brunson was one of them) was now playing with two of them all-in. Total cash in the pot?
Real close to $1,230,000. That is about all I remember about that pot except that Doyle did not win it.
Daily pots reaching $250,000 and up were an almost daily occurrence.
The biggest tantrum, wow, so many to chose from.
Let me try to pick a couple. One day at the Dunes one of the high limit players came in using one crutch and limping. Words were exchanged at the table and the man with the crutch, sitting in the number one seat took a swing at the player in the number three seat. Three seat just pushed his chair back and the guy in the number two seat almost took the hit. Cussing and swearing loudly, three seat got to his feet, picked up his crutch and started limping toward the other player swinging the crutch all over the place. Several times as they moved through the poker room the crutch hit the ceiling tiles one time knocking a tile to the floor. I remember this so vividly because the player backing up out of range kept taunting the player with the crutch with some really funny stuff. Pretty soon the whole room was laughing at his remarks. Players kept moving out of the way of the swinging crutch until security finally showed up. Both players were asked to call it a day and number three seat got a ten-minute head start to the exit.
Wow, so many to choose from.
One day at the Flamingo, David Singer (a trust fund heir to the Singer sewing machine family, about 30 years old at the time)
said something obscene to the female oriental dealer (Polly) in the box dealing. I guess that David did not notice that her brother, another dealer, was walking past the table at the time.
The brother took a swing at David hitting him in the side of the head, knocking him to the ground. David got up and it was “Katie bar the door”. It turned into a swinging and grappling match until they both fell sideways. It was unfortunate that on the side they fell was a glass doorway leading out to the pool.
You guessed it, right through the glass and outside they went.
The glass on outside doors is not like window glass. This was thick and heavy glass. I mean blood was everywhere. The in-house medic was called along with 911 for an ambulance. Both went to the hospital. No major injuries and no scars that we could see, and we looked. I was kind of happy about the whole thing. A lot of high limit assholes did not tip, and David was one of them. Well not exactly, every time he won a big pot, he would show a red $5 chip and say thanks, this is for you, and throw it in the trash can. After a few weeks of this, I caught him sitting at a dead table waiting for a seat, and said, “tell you what, every time you want to tip me in the future why don’t you call over the janitor, give the chip to him and say this is from the dealer”. He thought that was a great idea, and that is what he did for the next year. Everyone was now happy, especially the janitor. Then one day David just never showed up anymore.
I have an alibi. Rock solid. I swear it !!!.
Remind me to tell the story about when one of Tony Spilotro’s lieutenants threatened to have two of his boys meet me in the parking lot and break both my arms and both my legs. Nice guy.
Stay safe, David
. In my travels around the world I have been to some beautiful casinos. Do the ports of call have casinos to play in because the card rooms are closed while the ship is on port. ?