Jason Mercier and the Peanut Gallery
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We missed the hand that sealed his fate, but we did see Mohsin Charania standing from his chair and meandering around the floor with that freshly eliminated look on his face. Apparently, we weren't the only ones who noticed.
"Mo! Mo! Are you out?!" came a recognizable voice from the distance. "Better luck next time, buddy. Maybe the 10K is your turn! You'll get 'em one of these times!"
Someone was yelling, but Charania couldn't spot the source. Finally, he turned his glance upward to find Jason Mercier and a band of hecklers perched way up on the mezzanine rail overlooking the tournament room. The two men exchanged smirks, and Charania continued his walk of shame, stopping occasionally to relay the details of his exit to his pals.