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The flop read 
when all the chips went in, Dan Shak all in for his tournament life.
Shak: 
Bell: 
Bell was in the lead with his aces, and Shak needed to hit something serious to get a piece of the pot.
Turn: 
Shak stood up to leave.
River: 
Shak sat back down again as he made a low to get half the pot. They duly chopped it up, and headed off on break.
Here's hoping it's the last one of the night.
| Player | Chips | Progress |
|---|---|---|
|
2,945,000
345,000
|
345,000 |
|
1,320,000
-180,000
|
-180,000 |
|
||
Level: 28
Blinds: 40,000/80,000
Ante: 0
It took a little while to find Chris Bell, but he has been located and both he and Dan Shak are back at the felt.
Play began, in silence. The rail was not impressed.
"Can we have some announcing please?" called over a gentleman whose name we understand is Michael.
Announcer Shawn obliged.
"Dan limps on the button, Chris checks his option, Michael annoys the announcer. Flop is five-jack-ace, Chris bets, Dan folds. Chris wins the pot."
Dan Shak, at least, was amused.
"Can you say something else than 'Chris wins the pot'?"
Silence.
"Guess not. Let it be said I still have a sense of humor."
Over at the rail, the gentleman who earlier fell over spectacularly did it again, we think on purpose this time.
The room got suddenly tense after a raise pre-flop was called and our esteemed TD announced, "We've got a pot." Indeed we did. Each player was in for 240,000 pre-flop and checked a flop of 
. When the turn came 
, Dan Shak bet pot, 480,000. Chris Bell thought about it but ultimately gave up.
"I so wanted you to go for it," said Shak. He showed 
. Bell said he folded queens.
"Shak's a card rack," yelled out Gavin Smith.
"Oh stop it," Shak replied with a grin. "I know what you're doing. It's the anti-sweat."
The gentleman at the Shak rail who earlier had the questionable sense of balance just now attempted to order some pizza. He walked over to the Bell rail to ask them what they wanted.
"What are you doing?" cried another Shak railer, "They're the enemy!"
It's all love here, though, and orders were taken. "Please be open, please be open..." he prayed to the telephone gods as he called the one pizza delivery number he had, but to no avail. The rail shall remain hungry, as will the media and floor staff who were hoping to cadge some when it arrived.
If anyone knows of any all-night pizza emporia in Vegas that deliver, please get in touch.
We had an all-in! The final table area became a hive of activity as everyone scurried towards the table to see what the devil was going on. Chris Bell had limped in his button, then called a pot-sized raise to 240,000 from Dan Shak. The rest of the chips were in on a flop of 
. Shak showed down 
for a pair of treys, a low draw, and a flush draw. Bell showed 
for a straight draw and a bad flush draw. The two chopped the pot with the turn and 
river.
Wow, we almost went a whole night at the final table with James "Flushy" Dempsey without hearing it, but in retrospect it was never really going to happen.
"He's a doctor!" came a lone chant from the rail - the theme tune to Dempsey's bracelet win. Some giggling ensued.
