With Regis Burlot moving all in on an earlier street, Odette Tremblay and Karina Jett made it an all female affair heading further into the hand. However, after check-calling two bets, Tremblay gave it up on seventh.
As Jett turned over for the flush and eight low, Burlot flipped for just a pair of kings, but a seven low. However, the dealer misread the hands and slid Burlot's cards face down towards the muck. "No, wait, I have a low!" yelped Burlot as if someone had pricked his bottom with a drawing pin.
Although one or two cards may have touched the muck, they were just about retrievable, and after a double check of the scribble on my notepad, Burlot was awarded half the pot, but he was just a few literal inches away from making an unjustifiable journey towards the rail.
Jonathan Bascom: (XX) / / (X)
Mickey Seagle: (XX) / / (X)
Michael Foti: (XX) / / (X)
Mickey Seagle bet out on fifth street when we caught up with the action and Jonathan Bascom and Michael Foti both called. Seagle bet all in on sixth street and again both his opponents made the call.
Once Bascom and Foti had checked seventh street, it became apparent that Seagle's pair of kings was no good - Bascom turned over for two pair and Foti revealed a low, meaning that the two of them chopped the pot. Seagle had been KO'd and headed for the payout desk, purple payout slip in hand.
After that, Bascom was up to 195,000 and Foti was up to 215,000.
Michael Foti was the overall aggressor, completing on third street, betting out on fourth and then raising on fifth to a bet from Scott Lake. They both checked sixth street, and Foti bet again on seventh. Lake called, but mucked when Foti turned over an ace for top pair.
Lake was really not happy about this - he seemed absolutely certain that Foti had picked up the ace on seventh street. "You just couldn't f***ing help yourself, could you?" he fumed.
Down to just 8,000, he got it in almost immediately and was up against David Levi. Lake made two pair, fives and deuces - but Levi made two pair, queens and deuces, and Lake headed for the door, still fuming at Foti.
Regis Burlot was all in on fourth street and he was up against Chris Tryba. Burlot failed to hit a thing, but Tryba rivered the wheel to scoop and send Burlot home.
After a plucky performance of Braveheart proportions, multiple bracelet winner Brandon Cantu has been eliminated at the hands of Jonathan Bascom with a final hand of .
Although he made queens and sevens, Cantu ultimately required his flush draw to come in as Bascom finished up with for a superior two pair, aces and eights. Dead man's hand... gulp.
Seat 1: David Warga
Seat 2: Michael Foti
Seat 3: Allen Bari
Seat 4: Jonathan Bascom
Seat 5: Topias Wahlbeck
Seat 6: James Richburg
Seat 7: Maxwell Troy
Seat 8: Christopher George
Table 311
Seat 1: Karina Jett
Seat 2: Kevin MacPhee
Seat 3: Chris Tryba
Seat 4: Allyn Marshall
Seat 5: Jason Estock
Seat 6: Odette Tremblay
Seat 7: David Levi
Seat 8: Blair Rodman
The chips went in on an early street and the hands were face up by the time we got there. Richburg managed to make absolutely nothing while Bari made the wheel, and Richburg's small cash will make him slightly richer.
Odette Tremblay: {X}{X}{X}/
David Levi: {X}{X}{X}/
Allyn Marshall: {X}{X}{X}/
Jason Estock: {X}{X}{X}/
Plenty of action on this hand (deep breath):
Third street: Tremblay brought in, Levi completed, Marshall called, Estock raised, Tremblay folded, Levi called, Marshall called.
Fourth street: Marshall checked, Estock bet, Levi called, Marshall called.
Fifth street: We didn't catch the action on fifth.
Sixth street: Levi bet, Marshall called, Estock called.
Seventh street: Levi bet, Marshall called all in, Estock called.
Tremblay: {folded third street}
Levi:
Marshall:
Estock:
Sooooooo, this meant that Levi took the low by a gnat's pubic hair with A-3-5-6-7; Estock took the high with two pair, kings and threes; and Marshall took nothing except his bus fare home.
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for the flush and eight low, Burlot flipped 
for just a pair of kings, but a seven low. However, the dealer misread the hands and slid Burlot's cards face down towards the muck. "No, wait, I have a low!" yelped Burlot as if someone had pricked his bottom with a drawing pin.
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for two pair and Foti revealed a low, meaning that the two of them chopped the pot. Seagle had been KO'd and headed for the payout desk, purple payout slip in hand.
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