Hellmuth Makes 'Em Squirm
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"What is going on?" he asked. "I'm so steamed right now, I can't even see straight. I'm gonna raise it up. I'm gonna raise... 13,000." Hellmuth fired out a big chunk of chips with a dejected flick of the wrist. It was just about equal to the button's remaining stack size, and the player there would go deep into the tank as the barrage continued from Hellmuth. "I'm so steamed, I can't even see straight," he repeated.
After another minute or two, the silence broke again. "All that acting I did was so good. God, I'm so steamed right now." Again, a brief pause for a breath. "This poor guy has jacks or queens over here and doesn't know what to do with it. He's just praying I have ace-king."
From across the room, fellow-UB pro Gary "Debo34" DiBernardi came over to see what was going on. "Debo, this is Phil Hellmuth at his best! You see this? Thirteen dimes. I limped in for 200, and now thirteen dimes."
After a very long session in the tank, the button folded, and it was time for the original limper to face the Brat. He asked for a count on Hellmuth's remaining stack before eventually deciding to pass. "I'm gonna lay this down to you sir," said the player, flashing
.There would be no show from Hellmuth, and his chest swelled as he raked in the chips and shot from his chair to strut around the table for a minute or two.
Hellmuth - 37,000
and the preflop raiser fired out 800. Hellmuth made the call.
and the first player checked. Hellmuth fired 600 and said, "You might try and check-raise me here." His opponent didn't do so and just called. "I'll only bet 1,200 on the river." said Hellmuth.
and action checked to Hellmuth. He bet what he said, 1,200. His opponent called. Hellmuth tabled 
for a rivered set and scooped the pot. Hellmuth is now at 33,000.
. He would soon be presented with some bad news as his opponent turned over 
kept the pocket kings in the lead. The turn was the 
to improve the player to kings full, but trouble was afoot. The dealer peeled off the 
on the river, and Miner came rallying from behind to improve to the winning aces full of kings.
. His opponent made the call.
and Drolet fired 3,700. His opponent again made the call, only slower this time around. Drolet tabled 
. Hellmuth was allowed to bet once again, 1,000 this time, and the two blinds again called.
, and the small blind checked. The big blind, however, fired out 2,500 at the pot. Hellmuth shot a sideways glance at his opponent before saying, "Raise it up." He tossed 7,000 chips into the middle of the felt, and the small blind quickly folded. The big blind shrugged and smirked, seemingly amused by the spot he was in, and he made the call with 
for the nut straight.
for the big flush, dragging in his first sizable pot of the day. That moves him up above the chip average to about 24,000.
against a player holding 
after the board read 
against two sevens and the sevens held to send him to the rail. "I started off so well it kinda sucks." commented Maimone before leaving the tournament area.