Never been happier to bust a tournament in all my life. A player directly to my left had a very disgusting smell emanating from him. After an hour of burying my face into my hoodie, I got up to tell the TD. He walked around our table, and then did nothing about it. The elderly man to my right told me that his eyes were burning because of this mutant’s stench. Twenty minutes later, I thankfully busted. Shoutout to the guy who flopped a set of 9’s against my over pair Queens. After I busted, I talked to the TD again. He said he couldn’t pinpoint who it was exactly, so he couldn’t do anything about it. I told him to go sit in my seat and smell him for himself. Go talk to the table. Ask the other players. DO SOMETHING! But no, it’s the WSOP after all. We can’t possibly turn away a paying customer, even when I was literally holding back and trying not to throw up all over the table. Well, you still lost a paying customer. I’ll never play another circuit again.
Durant, OK, United States
