"Floor to Table 431!"
We followed the floor to check out what was going on, and when we arrived, the board read . Ferit Gabriellson had checked, and Darren Elias moved all in for around 60,000, which was about to thirds of the pot. Gabriellson was in the tank, and evidently, Dimitar Danchev called the clock on him.
"I haven't had enough time," Gabriellson protested. "Come on guys, this is bulls***. It's not the internet."
The floorperson denied his objection, and began the one-minue clock. Instead of tanking, Gabriellson continued to berate Danchev.
"This is a big pot, in a 10K tournament. You must be a real retard...French as well."
Danchev snorted at this, but didn't say anything. Eventually, Gabriellson released, and continued his rand.
"Give a little respect," he told Danchev.
Danchev said something to Gabriellson (we couldn't hear exactly what it was however).
"Do you want to go outside and show what kind of man you are?" Gabriellson challenged with a raised voice.
At this point, the floor stepped in to handle the situation. Gabriellson was taken away from the table for a short talk, but he was still steaming when he returned. We'll keep our eye on the situation.