Collopy Looking For a Chop
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Jim Collopy has about 37,000 chips left and a herd of ants in his pants. Collopy can rarely be seen sitting in his chair these days, instead preferring to wander the tournament floor like a nomad in between hands. He meandered over to where we were standing and started shooting the breeze.
"I need chips. I have no chips." We asked him how many he left to find out he's hovering around the point of no return with 15 big blinds.
"That's a problem," we said. "Especially considering the goal of this particular poker tournament is the accumulation of chips."
"Yes," he nodded and smirked. "What with the escalating blinds and shortening tables and all."
"Indeed," we answered.
Collopy started to walk away but turned back. "I keep talkin' up a chop, but nobody's listening yet. Even chop?"