Flushed Away
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If ever there were a time I'd release a few expletives, it would be a bad beat on Day 4. On this occasion, however, the unfortunate victim bit his lip, wished his opponents "good luck" and exited stage left with the poise of a gentleman.
The man who dealt the crushing blow was early pace-setter Filippo Candio. He'd raised it up to 11,000, and after being three-bet to 34,000, slid in a stack of Oranges before the action had barely reached in. His opponent, who had around 115,000, immediately called.
On their backs, and, not for the first time today, Candio would be playing catch up with 
versus 
. The 
flop looked safe, but I could see the all-in man's face grimace as the turn came the 
. Once the 
river arrived, it was like someone had put a lemon between his teeth.
"Sorry," came the instant reply, and as the wounded left, Candio added yet more chips to what remains a near uncountable stack. A rough guestimate? I'd say 875,000.