An interesting hand just took place right here before the break -- or, more accurately, during the first part of the dinner break.
Most of the tables had emptied, but action continued on the feature table here in the Red section between Chris Moneymaker and Bryan Pellegrino. They'd reached the river, with the board showing 
. With about 20,000 already in the middle, Chris Moneymaker had bet 8,100, and a small group of media -- including the ESPN cameras -- began to surround the table anticipating Pellegrino's response.
More than ten minutes passed, with Pellegrino sitting perfectly still. Finally Moneymaker stood up and said he was going to have to call the clock.
"I said I'm all in!" said Pellegrino, somewhat incredulously. Apparently he'd made the declaration immediately, but Moneymaker -- nor any of those watching the action -- had heard. "I was going to call the clock on you," said Pellegrino, "but I didn't want to."
Moneymaker, now realizing the action was in fact on him, quickly said "Okay, if you got lucky you got lucky," and set his remaining stack before him. He tabled his 
, and Pellegrino instantly mucked.
Moneymaker will have 121,000 when he returns from the break, while Pellegrino has 72,000.
and another check. Hastings bet 15,000 this time, and again his opponent called.
and his opponent mucked. Hastings is up to 92,000 now.
, an early position player bet 2,600 and Andrew Liporace called from the cutoff. The button then raised to 7,600 and both players made the call.
hit the turn, it went check, check and the button bet 13,000. The player in early position folded and Liporace shoved all in for 58,000. The button snap-called and turned over 
for a full house, which left Liporace drawing dead with 
on the turn, the action was checked to Rob Saltiel on the button who bet. His opponent raised all-in and Saltiel made the call.
, but his opponent turned a higher set with 
. There was only one card in the deck that could save Saltiel, the case eight to make him quads.
turn, and Seidel kept the heat on with another bet -- 9,500 this time. Fishberg didn't bat an eye, though, and he flicked two orange chips into the pot after just a quick pause to consider.
, and Seidel fired a third bullet of 20,000. Fishberg snap-called, and that hand-in-the-cookie-jar look came over Seidel's face. He waited for Fishberg to show his 
and there was about 16,000 piled in the pot. The player in the small blind had a bet of 10,600 strung out in front of him, and Seiver was tanking with that tortured look he pulls off so beautifully. He shuffled chips and cut down his stack. After some time, he leaned back in his chair ever so slightly, and it looked like he might have peeked down under the table, then back up at his opponent. After another couple moments of facial contortions, he surrendered, leaving himself about 67,000.
