One Born Every Minute
You're always going to come across some colorful characters here at the World Series of Poker - after all, it's the biggest opportunity for anybody to become an instant superstar almost overnight.
Everyone wants a bracelet. Everyone wants their moment in the sun. Everyone wants to be noticed. But for one particular individual on table 372, he's acting up quite a lot for a guy that doesn't want to be identified. He's refused to give his name on more than one occasion to our reporters and has even hidden his PokerNews Tournament ID tracking card. So we're going to call him Mr. Hipster.
Mr. Hipster has been constantly bouncing around in his seat, flinging chips into the pot with reckless abandon, singing loudly along to the music blaring through his headphones and talking a lot of smack, so much so, that his tablemates are beginning to wonder whether or not hitting a player (in his case) could be considered "frowned upon".
Fortunately, he's been put back in his place after losing two pots in succession to Jim Meehan and Raymond Hinde. After Meehan's 
held up against his 
to double through him, Mr. Hipster then went three-handed to a flop of 
against Hinde and William Davis. "Two old-timers have me in a sandwich," Mr. Hipster sang.
Davis opened the betting to Mr. Hipster who quickly raised. Hinde called, as did Davis and so it was off to the turn of the 
. Davis checked, Mr. Hipster bet, Hinde flat-called and Davis folded, making it heads-up to the river of the 
.
Mr. Hipster opened, but Hinde snap-raised.
"So sick!" Mr. Hipster cried, pounding his fist into the table. "No way he's hit the nut flush on the river ... so sick!"
Mr. Hipster then melodramatically threw his hand away and Hinde smiled wryly as he raked in the pot. Mr. Hipster is now down to 40,000 in chips and there's a feeling amongst those around him that they'd rather see him with nothing left - and soon.