We saw Matt Brady kneeling on his chair and looking a bit puzzled, so we hustled over to his table to see what was going on. When we arrived, the 
board was out on the table, and there was some good natured banter going back and forth. "Uh oh," someone at the table said when he saw us approach. "They're gonna write about you in the blog now."
Brady took a step out of the tank to smirk and say, "It's just what I've always wanted. I flew all the way down here just so this goofball could put my name in the blog." Congratulations, Matt. You've made it.
In any event, there was just less than 20,000 in the middle already, and Brady's opponent had shoved for his last 10,900 on the river. "You're supposed to have kings here," he finally verbalized his read. "But things are not always what they seem," he said a bit more quietly, more to himself. After a long few minutes, Brady surrendered his cards into the muck.
Mr. Opponent flashed 
, and Brady seemed satisfied by the winning straight. "Barrel, barrel, barrel, and just get there," he said, still smirking. That clues us into how the pre-river betting action went, and it's taken a chunk out of Brady's stack, knocking him back down to about 31,000 again.
to give Nguyen the pot.
flop and he bet 2,500. Two players, including Batista, called to see the 
turn. They all proceeded to check, delivering the 
on the river. Batista bet a sneaky 2,300, getting through the player in the big blind. The raiser, though, took about 45 seconds before tossing in the chips to call.
to win the pot.
