Malott Smells Something Foul
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The flop came out
, and Malott continued out with a bet of 11,300. After a sideways glance across the felt, Prydryk raised to 25,000, and Malott instantly open-mucked 
."Man, that's dog shit," said Malott. A bit of banter ensued between he and the players near him, and he continued, "Yeah, I had kings. He had dog shit. I don't need to ask, I know what he had. He had an ace and he hit his three outs."
That pot bumps Prydryk back up to 180,000 after a few recent slip-ups.