Chino Rheem and Phil Hellmuth just tangled in a hand. I reached the table with the board reading . Chino bet in to Hellmuth, who laid his hand down after flashing what he had to the table. I didn't catch a sight of it, but he said to Chino something like, "You had to fire every street to get me off it."
Chino tabled a deuce and needled Hellmuth by saying that was good.