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Lost and Found
That was a longer than usual break. Enough time to forget all about what happened before, for some.
Just after the start of Level 8, a player being escorted by Chris, one of the tournament directors, was walked into the middle of the purple section. "Okay players in the purple section," said Chris into a mic over the public address. "We have a player here who can't remember his seat. Does anyone recognize this gentleman? Was he playing with you?"
Laughter echoed around our corner of the Amazon. Getting no response, Chris and the player repeated the sequence over in the Blue section. Again, more laughter, but no help for our lost player. Finally, Chris narrowed things down a bit further.
"Okay, dealers," he said. "Is there a black sweater on an empty seat at your table?"
A hand went up, and applause rang 'round the room as our lost player was at last reunited with his chip stack.