In
September of 2005 I received an email from a poker player in
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nbsp; “I
live in Greenville, SC and was playing in a little $100 buy-in no-limit tou=
rney
at a clubhouse in a nice subdivision, in the middle of a Saturday afternoon,
with a group of sixteen corporate America type guys just having a fun time.=
Two
hours into the tournament, the Greer police [Greer is located in Greenville
County] and other police officers came busting into the clubhouse just like
something off of the TV show COPS, guns drawn, literally shoving us on the
floor with guns pointed at our heads. They yelled, 'Warrant; get down on the
ground and don’t move.' They held us on the floor for some time handcuffed behind our backs until they made sure =
the
room was 'Clear,' why I still don’t know. They searched our cars and =
left
no item unturned or in the order it was. My wife unfortunately pulled up the
clubhouse with my two children in the back to let me know she was on her wa=
y to
a birthday party, and the police stopped her told her to turn off her car a=
nd
get out and proceeded to question her, finally telling her to leave. Anyway,
they made us post $450 bail and said they would give us a court date to app=
ear.
They confiscated everything, the chips, computer that was running the clock,
cards, the payout money that was in the hosts po=
cket,
and even my money clip that was on the table without money in it. I asked i=
f I
could have it back and they said it was evidence."