A really big pot had formed by the time we caught up with the action on the river. The board read , and the bet from the very awesomely named Fabian Gentile was a whopping 80,000.
His opponent Tim Pedersen sat back in his chair, looking unhappy. "Full house?" he hazarded but didn't act. Eventually he decided he couldn't fold his hand and made the huge call for around half his remaining stack.
Gentile turned over for the top full house.
"Damn it!" shouted Pedersen, "You lucky f***." He threw his for the broadway straight down on the table and then he stormed off. When he returned it was to a very much reduced 70,000 stack. Gentile meanwhile is up to around 300,000.
Action folded all the way around through the button, and small blind Mads Wissing took a long hard stare at ElkY sitting to his left. "If I limp without looking, do you promise not to raise?" he asked with a smirk.
"No," said ElkY. "But I won't raise without looking."
After a bit more chit-chat, Wissing limped in, and ElkY checked his cards and tapped the table for a free flop. It brought , and Wissing checked. "It's you. It's yours. Take it, take it," he said, gesturing for ElkY to bet. The Elk did, sliding out 2,500. Wissing called, though, and then began pleading for another four on the turn.
Turn: . The two men check-checked to keep it friendly, and they did the same when the filled out the board. ElkY showed up , and it was his four that was good enough to win the small, chatter-filled pot.
Vissful thinking
Ruben Visser was down to small change by the time he shipped it in with . HenrikJunker made the call with and although there was a glimmer of hope for Visser on the flop, it was not to be and he took his leave without a word.
The big blue board in the back of the room tells us that 99 players remain in the EPT Copenhagen. We're 32 eliminations away from the money bubble, so that should put that particular milestone just out of reach for today. We're likely to get deep into the eighties or seventies though, and we thusly plan to crack into the paydays sometime early tomorrow.
We joined a pot in progress over on one of the far tables. The flop was out on board when we walked up, showing . Ricky Fohrenbach was heads up and first to act, and he tapped the table. Pieter Kouijzer was in position, and he stuck out a bet of 8,500. Fohrenbach gave him a stare for a minute or so before calling.
Fourth street brought the and a check from both players, and the filled out the board on fifth. Fohrenbach slowly tapped the felt again, and Kouijzer flicked out a final bet of 11,000. But that wasn't enough for Fohrenbach. To Kouijzer's surprise, Ricky snuck in a check-raise to 45,000 straight. That put Kouijzer into the tank for several long minutes, agonizing with his decision. He finally made the call for just about half of his remaining chips.
It wasn't a good one. Fohrenbach showed up for top two, and Kouijzer looked absolutely gutted. A flashed as he angrily mucked his cards, and that nice pot goes to Fohrenbach.
He's pushed his way up to 285,000 now, well above the chip average.
The flop read and ElkY bet out. After a moment Jacob Rasmussen on the button made the call.
The two of them went heads up to the turn and ElkY bet out again, this time to the tune of 18,800. Rasmussen paused again, slightly longer this time, but once again he made the call. They proceeded.
The river came down the and ElkY gaped at the board for a moment. Then he bet 44,400.
Rasmussen's hand twitched ever so slightly, but he remained otherwise still. At last he folded, and was left to guess what ElkY's grin as he raked in the pot could possibly mean.
10-7 heaven
A sizable crowd of various railers and media personnel alerted us to the fact that Peter Eastgate was involved in a hand.
There was a flop on the felt, and it read . The gentleman in the big blind, who was most inconsiderately hiding his ID card under his chips, had checked to Eastgate. Eastgate bet 8,500, and Mr. Big Blind called.
The turn was the and Mr. Big Blind checked again. This time Eastgate bet 11,900 and his opponent tanked for a time while railers murmured to each other. Then he called.
The river was the and now both players checked. Eastgate was first to turn over his cards - the lowly - and looked rather surprised when his opponent mucked.
In middle position, Nicolo Calia opened with an 8x raise to 24,000. The table folded all the way around to the blinds where Roberto Romanello asked Calia how much he had behind. The answer was difficult to understand, so Calia spelled out 3-7 with his fingers -- 37,000 behind. "Come on, call," he said. "I want you call."
Romanello went ahead and plunked out a big stack of yellows, and Calia committed the rest of his chips to the pot.
Showdown
Calia:
Romanello:
The flop was a big dry desert for Calia as it rolled out . The painted that turned was scary for Romanello, but ultimately safe. The on the river, however, was not safe at all. Calia spikes one of his outs, the pair of kings earning him a double up to about 125,000.