No Gold For Copperthite

Arthur Copperthite open-shoved his last 35,400 under the gun. A few seats over, Tommy Hoard asked for a count before reraising all in himself. Nobody else wanted to tangle, and Copperthite was heads up for his tournament life. And it was a flip:

Copperthite: {A-Spades} {K-Diamonds}
Hoard: {10-Clubs} {10-Hearts}

The flop was in Copperthite's neighborhood as it came {8-Clubs} {9-Clubs} {K-Clubs} . He celebrated, and it took an extra second for him to realize that he had to fade Hoard's flush draw now. "No club. Come on."

Turn: {8-Hearts} . Safe and sound. "Come on, no club. Deuce. Deuce!"

River: {10-Diamonds} . That's not safe or sound for the all-in player. Hoard's set of tens is enough to tally the knockout, and Copperthite is none too pleased about it. "You gotta be f***ing kidding me! What a joke. You're f***ing kidding!" With that, he stormed out of the room a few shots shy of a payday.