He Came, He Sarwer, He Conquered
; the pot had somehow swelled to around 150,000. When we caught up with the action, there was a bet of 150,000 in front of Jeff Sarwer. Across the table, Andre Santos appeared to have fallen asleep over his remaining 90,000 or so, head in hands.After a while tablemate Allan Baekke called time, eliciting an absolutely instantaneous fold from Santos. A small puff of air, possibly also of relief, escaped Sarwer's lips, as he moves on up to 500,000 or so, the clear chip lead.