Pierce takes break from Sheed talks to shoot craps

One man's encounter with Pierce… via Ball Don't Lie

So I'm heading back to my room and I see Paul Pierce playing craps. Obviously, he wasn't part of the contingency romancing Rasheed Wallace to the Celtics
on Thursday or most likely on Friday. I'm in a semi-Red Bull and Vodka
daze, but not enough that I don't have my bearings […]

I
watch him play craps for a few minutes and when a lull in the action
occurs, I say, 'I thought you were supposed to be wooing 'Sheed.' The
Truth didn't take too kindly to my statement. He then says, 'Oh man,
can't I get any privacy! Shouldn’t you be looking for girls.' I then
tell him I'm married and Pierce then says to me, 'Then why are you in
Vegas?' My response is I'm here on business working with Doyle Brunson
for the WSOP Main Event. He loses his roll of the dice and slams his
hand down on the craps table as hard as he can. I'm not sure if I
should feel guilty, not give a crap, or run as fast as I can.

I
decide to stay for another minute. He mutters some more stuff under his
breath and then offers to buy shots for me since I'm not chasing women.
I politely decline and head back up to my room …