Alexander Kuzmin opened to 25,000 from early position only to have Roy Westerveld move all in for 87,000 from the cutoff. Kuzmin made the call and we were off to a showdown.
Westerveld:
Kuzmin:
The board ran out to see Westerveld eliminated and Kuzmin climb back to 480,000 in chips.
We're working on scraps for this hand and are dependent on our sources, but according to the screams, a three-way pot was chopped up three ways when a flush hit the board, the cards on the felt reading:
John Myung:
Michael Linn:
Ryan Enis:
We do know, however, that all the spondoolies went in preflop, before the dealer rolled out this cheeky board:
Board:
The aftermath of the hand meant little profit was made and players returned to their previous stacks:
Thomas Gruber is up to 390,000 after doubling through Arthur Copperthite. All the monies went in on a flop, Gruber check-raising all in for 167,500 with and Copperthite making the call with . The turn and river came and respectively to put Gruber up to 390,000, and Copperthite down to 219,000.
Thomas Fridley opened to 25,000 from under the gun only to have Jonathan Spinks three-bet to 63,000 from the cutoff.
With the action on Fridley he made it 113,000 to go as Spinks began to deliberate.
A minute went by before Spinks announced he was all in for an additional 360,000 to Fridley. Fridley made the call for his last 230,000 and we were off to a showdown.
Fridley:
Spinks:
The flop virtually sealed the deal for Spinks, and after the came on the turn he was soon verifying his chip count.
The came on the river to rub salt in the wounds of Fridley as he exited the tournament as Spinks climbed to 850,000 in chips.
"I gotta get me some of those Skittles!" announced a fellow tablemate.
"Yeah, they've been good to me" added Spinks as it was explained that since he bought a packet of Skittles, he has seen his once depleted chip stack soar up to the chip lead.
"When I pose for my bracelet photos I'll make sure I have a packet" the quietly spoken Spinks added before returning to raking in the pot.
Bastian Fischer open-shoved for just over 50,000 from under the gun and Mark Goodwin flat called in middle position, only for Steven Rubinfeld to shove for 120,000 (or thereabouts) in the small blind.
As the dealer's focus returned to Goodwin, he grimaced as if tortured by the decision. With about 40,000 behind, he lifted his hands in the air, announced, "I have to go with the math (maths, if you are in the UK)," and made the call.
"I have the worst hand," he muttered dejectedly as hands were revealed.