By the time we arrived tableside, the board read and there were two players in the hand. The gentleman in mid position checked to Isaac Baron on the button, who bet 7,000. His opponent quickly announced all in.
Baron sighed and paused his ipod, before asking for a count - his opponent had him covered by around 2,000. "Oh man," he said, and pulled a face. "You have something yet?" Replied his opponent, "No speak English," which was probably only partly true.
Baron squirmed for a little longer, and then called all in.
Baron: for an overpair
Mr. No Speak English: for a flush draw and a gutshot
River:
The now-crippled opponent immediately complained that the dealer had not burned a card, but the three dealers who happened to be in the vicinity and the three burn cards on the felt confirmed that he had. A very relieved Baron duly doubled to around 75,000.
We can't confirm confirm it yet, but a number of runners for today has suddenly popped up on the board, and that number is 497. So up from yesterday, down from last year, but all-round impressive given that there's a recession and a volcanic ash cloud and whatnot. Well played, EPT Grand Final.
In a hand that took place just seconds before break time, Matt Szymasaek made it 800 to go. A player in the cutoff made it 2,100 before Dario Minieri bumped it up to 5,450. Szymasaek made it 21,000 to go.
While the player in the cutoff got out of the way, Minieri went into the tank -- for a long time, and we mean a long time. The whole length of the break in fact -- 15 whole minutes. Soon after the players returned from the break, Minieri mucked his cards.