Three players made it to the turn of an board and Dario Minieri bet out 8,225. Adam Jerney called, Frank Rusnak folded, and they went heads-up to the river.
River:
Minieri now bet out 15,000 - but Jerney immediately pushed. Minieri unhappily folded and dropped to 35,000.
This entry comes courtesy of Stefan Ismail with thanks also to Yves "flintsword" Farges for his pun-worthy title. Here's what happened to Melanie Weisner just before her dinner break:
With the blinds at 300/600, Michael Tureniec open-raised from UTG+1 to 2,225, drawing a quick call from Melanie Weisner on his immediate left. It wasn’t long before Moritz Kranich three-bet shoved all-in for 14,175. Enrico Delfino pushed for 550 more himself, prompting folds from all but Melanie Weisner who asked for a fairly immediate count before tanking. “This is going to be the worst call ever.” We’ve seen worse. The American's pocket nines were in decent shape against each of her opponents ace-queen.
Showdown
Weisner:
Kranich:
Delfino:
The flop came down , missing Delfino but giving Kranich the nut-flush draw. Weisner’s prayers of “Oh my God, please hold one time,” weren’t answered as the board ran out and , filling Kranich’s hand on the turn, and leaving the German to rake the 42,000 monster pot.
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By the by, Weisner is down to about 12,000 after losing both halves of that pot.
Further suffering for Marc Naalden at the hands of Almira Skripchanko as the two of them saw an flop. Naalden bet out 2,600 and Skripchenko asked to see how many chips he had left - 16,500 - before flat-calling.
They saw a turn and this time Naalden bet out 5,400. Skripchenko raised to cover him, and he promptly folded.
Back at 200/400 Humberto Brenes had just 5,400 at that point. Heading back to his table and not expecting him to still be in, we were surprised to find him sitting on a much healthier stack of about 30,000.
On a flop of , we picked up the action in a heads-up pot between Stephen Chidwick and Mauro Stivoli. Chidwick was the leading bettor, he plucked an oversized yellow chip from his stack and announced a bet of 2,200 as he flicked it into the pot. Stivoli didn't waste any time calling, and the turn revealed the . Not slowing down yet, Chidwick flicked another yellow chips from his stack and flicked it across the line for a bet of 5,000. Once more, the call came relatively quickly and confidently from Stivoli.
The filled out the board, and Chidwick decided a check was in order. When Stivoli fired out 11,325, Chidwick immediately sent his cards into the muck, leaving himself with about 23,000 in his stack.
We saw Tournament Director Thomas Kremser talking into his walkie-talkie for a long while, and he looked completely consumed by the conversation at hand. We took a pass by him to see if we could eavesdrop on the nature of the discussion.
We're almost to him, listen up. Try not to look like you're obviously spying on his conversation:
"........Yes, definitely. Which restaurant?......"
We kept right on walking, content in the knowledge that everyone is similarly anxious to get out of here for a San Remo pasta dinner.
We arrived to see a flop reading and a bet of 6,000 lay on the felt in front of Giuseppe Pica on the button. It was unclear whether Jesper Hougaard in mid-position had bet out first and Pica's bet was actually a raise, but either way, Hougaard now moved in for around 15,000. Pica folded, and Hougaard moved up to 26,000, flashing the as he raked in the pot.
Group A, the dinnering group, has returned to the tournament room to play their Level 7. Group B has already played their Level 7, and they're being rewarded with their own dinner break for their good behavior.