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Oilver Gill is down to just over 20,000 after doubling up an opponent. The monies flew in on an 
flop, Gill in need of assistance with 
versus 
. However, no help arrived in the form of a 
turn and 
river, allowing Gill's foe to scoop the pot with a full house.
"This is why I should frickin' fold when I have an ace in my hand," added Gill in the postmortem.
Late Night Poker veteran Peter Costa is up to 28,000. He raised it up with "suited aces", only for an aggressive player to pay him off with "
".
"It was like my first raise in two and a half hours," reported a bemused Costa. "And then he decides to make a move on me with ace-king."
In the back right corner of the Pavilion Room is a man named Brian Smith. He is sitting with 58,000 chips and has had a few adult beverages.
"He's the Corona double-fisting suck-out king," joked tablemate Brian Minter.
Smith refuses to believe he has a lot of chips, saying that his large towers are just an optical illusion.
"Come on," he urged his table. "We're all chugging a Corona."
We're glad Mr. Smith is enjoying his time during Event #20.
With a 
flop waiting patiently on the felt, Jeff Madsen led out for 1,825 and his neighbour made it 4,500. A player two seats along them moved all in for what I would estimate was 12,000, triggering Madsen to isolate the all-in player with an all-in of his own.
A few eyes widened as the cards were revealed, Madsen's 
in dominating shape against 
, and even more so once the turn and 
river hit the felt.
It later emerged that the departed wasn't aware of the raise before him, but, nevertheless, his mistake cost him his tournament life and rewarded Madsen with an new and improved stack of 35,000 (although that's an estimate as he was slow in scooping up the chips. Fast rapper; slow stacker. Yo.)
Terrence Chan, Jeff Madsen and Arnaud Mattern have all hit the rail in the past few minutes.
The field is thinning quickly and we are now down to 180 players.
Whatever the blinds, Pot Limit Omaha remains a turbulent, topsy-turvy affair, and this level has been no different. Just now on one of the far tables, I witnessed a seven-way flop, Richard Grace's under-the-gun raise to 1,200 getting about as much respect as if he'd verbally announced he had quad deuces in the hole.
The flop came 
, and after David Sands had checked, Young Phan announced all in for 5,500. Grace folded what he later revealed was suited aces, whilst a player three seats along (let's make this the return of the Dude - White Russian, please) moved all in for 18,100. The action folded around to Sands, who called both all-ins, leading us to a three-way showdown.
The Dude: 
Sands: 
Phan: 
Amazingly, Phan was ahead with two pair, and kept his nose even further in front on the 
turn before housing up on the river.
Sadly, no eliminations for those thirsty for blood, but Phan more than doubled through, The Dude took a meaty side pot, and Sands was left with just a bowl of rice.
Disclaimer: Thanks to Grace for sharing the details of the hand.
Online titan David Sands has doubled up, all in preflop with 
versus 
on an ensuing 
board. He still only has 6,000.
It's time for another 20 minute break.
Level: 9
Blinds: 300/600
Ante: 0
Peter Costa's stack has been increasing faster than Michael Mizrachi's bank account recently. Even at the start of this hand he had over 50,000. I joined the action on the turn of a 
, Costa leading out for 3,700 and Jason Potter making the call.
The river was the 
. Costa, with his hoodie wrapped around his head like a 21-year old online pro, held out his hands to block his view of the board. "I don't want to see," he announced. "Let me know when it's my go."
Potter, as meticulous as ever, carefully mulled over his decision before sliding a stack of blue 500 chips across the felt, which accounted for a pot bet of 11,300.
"Has he checked yet?" asked Costa, his eyes fixated on the felt immediately before him. When he realised the decision rested upon his shoulders, things got serious, and Costa pitched up tent in the think tank.
After a while, Potter called the clock and the floor was summoned, but before a countdown was reached, Costa made the call. "You're good," said Potter revealing pocket kings. Costa showed "
.
