Summer(s) Vacation is Over
With the final board reading 
by the river, Mike Summers checked over to Michaelann Moser, who snap-fired a bet of 9,000 into the middle.
The pot was already chock full of orange T1,000 chips — along with medley of lower denominations — and obviously a few bets had been made and called before the river was revealed.
“Isn’t that just the sickest river card?” asked Summers to nobody in particular. “Would you have folded on the turn if I shoved?”
“What’s that?” replied Moser, almost as quickly as she bet the river. “On the turn? Yeah, I think so.”
“I call then,” said Summers with authority, appearing to have obtained the tell he was looking for.
“Call?” asked Moser. “OK... quads.”
After Moser rolled over her 
, even Summers had to smile at the sight of her monster holding.
“Nice hand,” he said forlornly while flashing his 
to the table. “I guess that was the sickest turn card instead.”
| Player | Chips | Progress |
|---|---|---|
|
118,000
-13,000
|
-13,000 |
|
76,000
37,000
|
37,000 |