There's a guy dressed up as Chris Ferguson who lurks outside the corridor throughout the Main Event, signing autographs and posing for photos with unwitting fans.
Over in the Pavillion Room, the cameras were centered on the real Jesus. I didn't ask him for a ballroom dance or demand he sliced a carrot with a playing card, but I was pretty sure it was him.
On the felt lay a board, and as the camera lens tightened, Ferguson led for 10,000. His opponent tanked for a while before making the call with , which happened to be good.
It hasn't been a fruitful day for Ferguson, and with ESPN witnessing his failed bluff firsthand and unintentionally rubbing salt in already open wounds, life has just got slightly worse. He's now down to 20,000 and struggling.