Gold Getaway

A camera crew has stuck nearby Jamie Gold's table for most of the afternoon. With his stack now down to just under 7,000, they aren't going anywhere.

Glancing up at the ever-present boom mike positioned just above his head, Gold joked "It's like the Angel of Death."

Just now Gold had a hand in which a player on the button raised to 800 and Gold called from the big blind. Both checked the {K-Spades}

flop. The turn was the {5-Hearts}

. Gold bet 1,000, and his opponent called.

The river brought the {8-Diamonds}

, and Gold bet 2,575, leaving himself just a single 25 chip behind. His opponent went into the tank.

"If somebody is going to send me home, I hope it's you," said Gold. "What are the chances I have a straight?" he added.

"You're talking me into calling," said Gold's adversary. But after a minute or two more, he folded, showing the {J-Diamonds}

.

Gold dragged the pot, showing the table his {6-Diamonds}

as he did. He's still alive with 8,700.