Bertrand Grospellier…see; even the name rolls off your tongue in a cool way.
I caught him walking down the Rio hallway during a break in the Shootout event. He had a slight limp and seemed to be in another world. I was a little worried he had lost another fighting bet and maybe Jimmy Fricke had given him a Superfly Splash from the top rope.
“You OK?” I ask.
He’s fine. Nobody has given him a good kick. Instead he is just aching after a morning workout. I can’t shake this image of a busty female personal trainer screaming abuse at him while twenty naked Korean women watch from the wings.
He tells me that his favorite event is the 4-max. An event he is now going to miss after cashing in the Shootout – an event he tells me that people play too tight in and don’t push their edge enough. I nod like I know what the hell he is talking about. You have to listen intently when ElkY speaks as he sounds like someone on speed played in constant fast forward on a tape recorder.
Peter Jetten and Taylor Paur are giving him a bit of trouble on the table and he recently treated his girlfriend to a night at Joel Robuchon. It’s no wonder mine complained when I told her I was taking her for a Scottish. You should have seen her face when the Prius rolled into the drive-in at McDonalds.
I love speaking to this guy. He makes me want to dye my hair blonde, spend an obscene amount of money on clothes and go and find myself a hot Korean girlfriend….wait I already have one of those.