Anyone that’s played poker with Tim Vance knows he wears his emotions on his sleeves. He’s playing in Flight 1B of the Main Event, after having a unsuccessful run on Friday.
Two nights ago Vance felt he was slighted during the bubble of Nightly final table and was incensed. Since then, all has been smoothed over he he’s back to playing cards.
Moments ago, Kevin the Tournament Director tapped him on the shoulder and asked if he was missing anything. Vance stood from the table, pulling out stacks of receipts, casino player cards, keys, etc.
“I didn’t lose anything,” he said defensively. “My phone and vape are charging on the wall over there. Am I in trouble?”
Kevin shook his head no, lingered for a moment and then walked away. “I wouldn’t drop my dope, so that wouldn’t be it,” Vance said as he studied the pile of stuff that came out of his pockets.
“Hey, come here! I lost my money!” Vance realized. “I dropped all my cash.”
Kevin returned from the stage with a half a smile, “Was it in a metal money clip?”
“No, a rubber band,” Vance replied. Kevin hand Vance his bankroll back and Vance sighed with relief.
“I tried to give it back but you didn’t want it at first,” Kevin said.