The betting was capped on third street and Boyd was all in on fourth street, having the lead on the board for the rest of the hand. Cantu bet every step of the way from fourth street on and showed for a flush and an 8-5-4-3-2 low. Tryba could not beat either and was left with just 8,000. Boyd admitted he was probably drawing dead on sixth street and vacated his seat, wishing Cantu good luck.
There's been some interesting banter between Dutch Boyd and Brandon Cantu, and when Boyd found himself all in on third street, neither player hesitated in winding their opponent up.
On fourth street Cantu gave a scream of delight before betting, which was immediately reciprocated by Boyd on fifth upon seeing an ace. By sixth, Cantu had made a flush and sewn up half the pot, whilst Boyd could only take the low to survive.
After the final face-down card had been dealt, Cantu paused. "You first." "No, it's courteous for you to go first to know if I have a sweat," replied Boyd. "It's courteous, but it's not as dramatic," countered Cantu. "Turn it over, and make it a queen," continued Boyd.
In the end, Cantu conceded defeat and flipped first: ! Boyd's low stood and the pot was divided up.
"Forty," declared Boyd adamantly as if suggesting that his prediction of a comeback was now in process.
Michael Foti: /
Dale Phillips: (XXX) / - fold
Christopher George: /
Karina Jett: (XXX) /
We joined the hand on fourth street. Michael Foti bet and all three players called.
In fact, Foti bet every street thereafter and every time he got three calls, until seventh when Phillips and Jett finally gave it up. George called, though, and turned over the wheel. A very relieved Foti had him just pipped for the high with a straight to six, and they chopped up the monstrous pot between the two of them.
Daniel Studer found himself all in for his tournament life just moments ago with versus the of Robert Campbell. With one card face down, Studer needed some help, and after peeling like no man has peeled (shouldn't that be pelt?) before, he exhaled in relief and announced "flush" with the .
"I hate just blinding away," grumbled Dutch Boyd several minutes previous.
A few hands later and he was all in on third street and praying for a double through. Fortunately, the Poker Gods heard his call:
Dutch Boyd: //
Regis Burlot: //
Aces full means Boyd is now back up to 35,000, whilst Burlot plummets down to 80,000.
"You know, I can see it all happening," he added with a distant look in his eye that I have quickly become accustomed to with Boyd. "I'm going to have over 100,000 in 15 minutes time."
Campbell was the aggressor all the way as far as we could see, and Troy just called all the way down. When they turned the cards over, though, Campbell's king high and eight-seven low couldn't compete with Troy's pair of sixes and eight-six low.
"I almost raised," Troy said as he scooped the pot to put him up to a shade over 200,000. Campbell dropped out of the chip lead and on to a still hefty 182,500.
Scott Lake has broken into the top five and now has around 165,000 in chips. "You should write that one up," he beamed. "It was a big one." Unfortunately, all I saw was Lake picking up the pot with the wheel and cracking a smile as wide as the Amazon Room. His two opponents didn't share his delight.
Andre Boyer has been eliminated at the hands of Chrstopher Tryba, trip queens no good against the wheel which scooped the pot. Tryba is now up to 110,000.
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for a flush and an 8-5-4-3-2 low. Tryba could not beat either and was left with just 8,000. Boyd admitted he was probably drawing dead on sixth street and vacated his seat, wishing Cantu good luck.![[user4144]](/img/avatars/avatar.svg){kind=avatar}
! Boyd's low stood and the pot was divided up.
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