Congratulations to Blair Hinkle who now joins his brother in that elite bracelet winners' club.
Hinkle raises the button again, to 155,000. Brockington, who has been bleeding away blinds up until now, makes it 510,000. Hinkle considers it for a moment, before announcing that he's all in. Call.
Once more, the Hinkle Fan Club seem to be chanting some kind of satanic mantra: "SIX! SIX! SIX!"
-- Hinkle flops the devil's own hand for a second time.
-- and Brockington is now drawing dead.
The irrelevant river:
Meaning that Blair becomes the second Hinkle to win a bracelet this WSOP.
Brockington limps, Hinkle bets 150,000 from the big blind and laps up another heads up pot.
Hinkle raises the button, and Brockington folds.
The players limp/check their way to a
flop, which they check.
Hinkle bets out, and Brockington folds.
Hinkle raises from the small blind again and, again, takes the pot.
Hinlkle raises, Brockington folds.
Hinkle shows pocket sixes.
Brockington concedes the small blind.