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.