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I’m gonna be cruel and make you jump over to their site for the killer punchline, cuz that’s how I roll.
But read the setup first, otherwise there’s no payoff.
Unless you already work in Hollywood, in which case you’re living this nightmare.
“Agents ate my baby” shirt owners, hollaback!
Conflicted Former Agent Plays Winning Poker, Fears Fame
Reality show producer and former agent Jamie Gold is currently the chip leader at the World Series of Poker No Limit Hold ‘Em Championship in Vegas, but he’s terrified of winning–not because he’s afraid of the millions of dollars he’d take home, as an agent’s moneylust never truly fades, but rather because he fears the fame that a victory will bring. In an interview with ESPN.com, Gold explains why the idea of instant celebrity is so frightening that he openly muses about taking a dive into second place:
“I don’t want it,” Gold said. “I’ve seen what it’s done to other people. I’ve worked with actors from James Gandolfini to Felicity Huffman to Lucy Liu.”Gandolfini wanted nothing to do with fame. If you notice before ‘The Sopranos,’ he never did a movie that put him in the spotlight. He never did Jay Leno. He never did an interview. He never talked to the press. He didn’t want any of it. He couldn’t stand it because he knew what would happen to his life.
“He got in an accident in New York City and someone walked over to him and said something like, ‘Well, you’re Tony Soprano, so you don’t need any help.’ Craziness. It’s insane..”
It’s not too hard to understand why a behind-the-scenes player (or anyone who’s even fleetingly considered a messy suicide upon hearing an actress discuss who she’s wearing on the red carpet) like Gold would eschew the spotlight, but we think there might be a deeper psychological explanation for his fame-phobia revealed by the Gandolfini story.
Find out what it is here. BTW, ‘nother hottie, but he I think he flies the other airline. Either that or he’s emo; all I know is, I’m not that good with eyeliner.
Yeah, like poker champs who weren’t famous to begin with get totally mobbed by fans. Sure.
Look–if he wants, I’ll play for him and we’ll just split the pile afterward, eh? Sound fair?
Call me, dude!
You did see the part about “No Limit”, right? I’m happy to stick to 5/10 is it called?