“Mad” Marty Wilson Talks Up a Storm
“Mad” Marty Wilson allegedly got his nickname while he was still a teenager, running from some hooligans he got away by jumping into a polar bear pit. He and Simon “Aces” Trumper go back a long way and they would tangle in spectacular fashion in this hand.
Trumper opened for 525 and the only player left was Wilson in the big blind, who raised to 1,700 with just over 8,000 behind. The taunting started.
“You can’t call Simon, you’ve got no balls. Come on I dare you. Put your chips in, let’s go.” Mad Marty was out of his seat, goading his old friend.
“I know what you’ve got. Trumper replied and made the call.
The flop was 
and Mad Marty bet 2,500.
“Come on just put me in. I dare you. No balls, that’s your problem.” Continued Mad Marty grabbing his crotch, but again Trumper just called.
The turn was the [6] and Mad Marty splashed the rest of his chips in the pot and continued his tirade.
Just then Rob Young, the owner of Dusk Till Dawn and Trumper’s friend and boss, wandered by.
“Hey Rob.” Mad Marty called out to Young. “This guy is so bad, if you didn’t know him you wouldn’t give him a job.”
Trumper was taking it in good spirits and showed the table the 
for at least top pair saying “I can’t call; I know what you’ve got.”
“His hand’s dead.” Declared Mad Marty. Trumper released his hand and Mad Marty slammed his 
on the felt for all to admire.