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After attaching a $5 million guarantee to the WPT World Championship extravaganza, the Borgata Spring Poker Open narrowly missed the mark.
A total of 334 entries were needed over two starting flights, a number which many in the poker world expected to be exceeded midway through Day 1b, but when the final numbers were tabulated it turned out only 328 buy-ins were tallied.
Day 1a saw 105 players take their shot, and today 223 entries (with many of these representing reentries for those who went bust yesterday) were recorded. That leaves the total prize pool $90,000 light (a drop in the proverbial bucket really), but with most of the players in attendance here at the Borgata holding that much and more in safe deposit boxes around the globe, I'm sure nobody will remember the missed guarantee in the morning.
Chris Moorman and Dan Smith saw the flop of and a somewhat bored looking Moorman checked to Smith who made a 3,000 bet. Moorman tossed the chips into the middle as if he hadn't a care in the world.
The turn was the and Moorman gave the table a lazy tap with his hand indicating a check. Smith bet again, this time for 7,000 and again Moorman tossed the call out.
The river was the and a still bored looking Moorman tapped the table one last time. This time Smith did as well and Moorman shook his head, knowing that he should have bet, as he had for the rivered nut flush. Smith also shook his head, but for a different reason.
The tournament circuit is a diverse world filled with characters, and we just met one more in Harry Banana. Mr. Banana's mother gifted him with the name Harrison Kaczka (come to think of it, we'd probably just go by Harry Banana too), but like most young players who came up in the era of online poker, the anonymity granted by screen names and handles is preferred over ownership of an actual identity.
In any event, a man calling himself Harry Banana played to the river against Jeff Madsen, with the final board reading .
Madsen was in the big blind and he led out for 5,200, only to see Mr. Banana calmly raise to 12,700. Madsen didn't appear to be very happy at the sight of this bet, but he called off anyway, grimacing when he saw Harry Banana's hit the felt. After flopping top-top with his suited ace, the banana man peeled one off to make a full house on fourth street, before taking Madsen on a guided tour of Valuetown on the river.
Emad Alabsi was in the big blind and saw a flop of heads up against Scotty Nguyen, checking to the WPT and WSOP champion.
Nguyen decided on a bet of 3,200 and flicked the chips into the middle, with Alabsi wasting no time as he did the same.
When the arrived on the turn Alabsi seized the initiative, betting 5,800 into Nguyen and staring him down. The Prince of Poker was not impressed though, and he quickly made the call to see the fall in on the river.
Alabsi tried one more time to push Nguyen off the pot, but his 8,700 river bet was snapped off with Nguyen tabling with confidence. Alabsi could only knock the felt in acknowledgement and slide his cards into the muck, properly chastened after trying to bluff a living legend.
To cap things off, Nguyen was dealt in the big blind on the very next deal, flashing the cowboys after action folded around and telling the table "king me baby!" as only he can.
We got to the table and George Wong and Lily Kiletto were tangled in a large pot. There is 60,000 already in the middle and the board shows .
Kiletto bet 30,000 and Wong immediately pushed his chair back, twisted his body back while propping himself up on one knee. He turned and looked at Kiletto as if to say, "What are you doing?"
And he said as much, "I don't think I believe you."
He stood. Shook his head. Sat back down, talking to himself, only he knew what he was saying. He looked once more over at Kiletto then back at his cards.
Kiletto, in the meantime, was sitting there, staring straight ahead, her eyes barely moving behind her large sunglasses.
Wong had the chips in his hands. Hovering. Contemplating whether or not to call. Eventually, he did.
Kiletto showed the for a flopped full house. She exhaled and took a much-needed breath. "That jack scared me," she said, as she stacked with chips with visibly shaking hands.