Dyer:
Hall:
Flop:
Hall still ahead.
Turn:
Suddenly it's looking good for a chop...
River:
No chop after all. Michael Dyer, er, dies, in a strictly tournament life sense, and play continues.
Level: 25
Blinds: 20,000/40,000
Ante: 5,000
. But lucky Anthony Harb! He woke up with pocket
, snap-called, obviously, and although Sheirbon managed to pick up a flush draw by the turn, it was not to be. He tossed his bag of beef jerky into the crowd at the rail, shook hands with everyone, and headed for his exit interview.
flop, and while Geary was considering his options, a TV gent appeared trying to change the battery in his mic pack thingy. Realizing that Geary was in a hand, the gent stopped trying to change the battery and crouched very still by the table, hoping that nobody would see him. Everyone saw him. Nevertheless Geary bet out 130,000, Harb folded, the battery was duly changed and play continues as normal.
("A five will chop it," says the TD; "Not going to happen!" shouts a pro-McGowan railer)