hahahaha nice stories...if it makes you feel any better, I was at the Sunday night dinner, but no one took any pictures(least not that I remember).
That no-cursing rule is RIDICULOUS. It's not a fucking family setting, no kids are allowed in the casino. So why can't I say "fuck?" I gave some dealers a lot of shit for that, just because I felt like yelling at someone.
By the way, that Isringhausen pitch was awful. Missed his spot badly, knew it was gonna get murdered. That was fun.