A Strange Bird
"Chop. It's a chop!" yelled one player right at the table in front of us. We don't recognize the player, but he's certainly raring to go today. "Mr. Player" is wearing his white iPod headphones, and he must be listening to something loud because he is shouting everything he says across this relatively quiet tournament room.
The dealer was indicating that action was on him in the small blind, but he was insistent that he could chop with the big.
"It's a chop, Angela! I've been playing limit poker every day for ten years. The blinds can chop." By now, Mr. Player was getting quite animated, and it was starting to become a bit of a disturbance to those around him. Dealer Angela politely asked him to calm down, and it drew the attention of one of the floor men nearby.
Mr. Player wasn't going to let the man hold him down. "I have to get in the groove to win!"
The floor man said, "I understand your groove, but if you become a disturbance, you won't be playing anymore." With his point well taken, the floor man wandered off.
Mr. Player: "I feel like eating beef jerky right now. Anyone else?"
A moment later, he piped up again, "Okay, we chop here guys, don't forget. Unless you have a jackpot hand."
Ahhh, the people you find at the World Series of Poker.