Lee Childs' father, who is sweating him from the audience, is typically a pretty relaxed guy . . . that is, unless his son is in a pot.
As Lee put in a raise to 1.1 million, his father leapt to his feet, his eyes laser-focused on the action. Once his son's opponent folded, Mr. Childs' face relaxed and he sat back down.
"Good job, Lee!" he said to his son, supportively.