Monday, June 1, 2015 3:59 AM Local Time
Flack Shakes Down the Field
"Junior. Junior!" That's Layne Flack yelling across the room at the top of his voice, though his intended target is just one table away. It's Phil Hellmuth, or "Junior" as Flack apparently calls him. "Pay for my massage." The bill can't be a cheap one as Flack has been getting worked on for several hours.
Hellmuth chuckles and shakes his head no, but Flack is prepared for blackmail warfare. "I will tell everyone every single thing I know about you if you don't." Half of the room laughs, but nobody is having as much fun as Flack.
He threatens the same to Joe Cassidy before Larry Wright pipes up from several tables away. This conversation is spanning the entire Tan section by this point, and Wright verbally agrees to pick up the massage for Flack. And that, as everyone knows, is binding. "Go ahead and get another hour," he even suggests.
Nice guy, that Larry Walker.