I quit the game I am playing precisely at 8 am. There are two other games going on in the cardroom, one with the likes of Phil Ivey, Berry Greenstein, and Erick Lindgren. I take care of my business at the cashier and go to tell Erick that its time to get out of there. He tells me he is going to play until his blind and quit then (playing at 800-1600 euro, it's smart to get all the free hands possible).
As I stand patiently behind Erick, I start hearing dishes breaking and a ruckus in the hallway about 30 feet from where I am standing. I peep my head around the corner and see a gunman wearing a motorcycle helmet escorting a dealer down the hall, straight towards me, towards the cashier. At this point, I saw my entire life flash in front of my eyes, I just knew I was dead. Everyone hit the floor, ducking and trying to find the furthest spot from the gunman possible.
In the midst of all the chaos, there is no group of people I would rather be in this situation with than a bunch of poker players. When all the chaos started there had just been a flop in the 800-1600 game that Lindgren, Ivey and Greenstein were playing, so to say the least the robbers interrupted their game. Ivey and the boys have some sort of way of betting on the side if certain hands win each pot. While I was in the fetal position praying for my life, Ivey was under the table calm as can be and, turning to Lindgren and Greenstein said "Boys, I wanna' double up this hand"