LAS VEGAS–Damnit, I\’m gonna have to get a whole new Tom-mocking schtick if he keeps refusing to bust out pre-bubble. Congratulations, Tom! Making the money yet again. Thirty-six left, and he is in a fine average-ish shape. So is his buddy Big Robert.
David Williams and John D\’Agostino are at Tom\’s table. And — I shit you not — shortly after taking down a pot, Tom pulled down his sweat pants, which are now wrapped around his ankles.
Granted, he was wearing shorts beneath them. But still … weird.