A Showdown, My Kingdom for a Showdown

We, the assembled press in our glitzy green room (a.k.a., the table in the foyer) have been wandering around aimlessly for the last half hour. The action has really slowed down as we reach the final blind level and clearly everybody wants to make it to Day 2.

All we have seen in the last half hour is raise-reraise-fold, and we've had to bite our tongues to keep from screaming "Just call him, he obviously has nothing."