We caught up on sixth and didn’t even catch all of the action there but it appeared as though John Monnette bet and his opponent called. On seventh, Monnette bet again and got raised by his opponent. Monnette made the call and showed for a seven-low which had his opponent’s eight-low beat.
We caught up with the action on sixth where Yuval Bronshtein bet. Morrison nearly folded before he took his cards back and started to question Bronshtein. Morrison eventually called and Bronshtein bet blind on seventh. Morrison said that the bet wasn’t very smart and called with for a ten-low. Bronshtein said the eight paired him and mucked his hand.
Shirley Rosario just notched a small double up after getting her money in after fifth street. Her opponent ended up running out a jack-six-low, and Rosario had showing on sixth street. She needed a non-pair ten or better to stay alive, and she peeled over the with a surprised, "I got it!"
Mark her down for 1,400 now after she's taken the first step towards climbing back in this thing.
We just caught the tail end of this pot, walking up as Sam Grizzle was calling a bet on sixth street, showing (X)(X) / . His opponent was working with (X)(X) / , and he bet in the dark as he received his seventh card. Grizzle called the last bullet, and his opponent opened up to make the winning seven-low.
We caught up with the action on fourth where Hasan Habib’s opponent check-called Habib’s bet. On fifth, the opponent led out and Habib made the call. Habib showed the lower board on sixth and bet for which he received a call. On seventh, Habib bet once more and his opponent raised. Habib just called and showed for a 6-5-4-3-2 low. His opponent showed for an identical low as the players chopped the pot.
Kirk Morrison got the maximum five bets into the pot on third street with an up, and an older gentleman came along with a .
Morrison: (X)(X) /
Opponent: (X)(X) /
Mr. Opponent bet his lead on fourth street, and Morrison called and bet fifth street. The opponent called, and Morrison fired another bet with a big lead showing on sixth street. This time, Mr. Opponent tucked them under and folded, and Morrison showed a as he dragged in the pot.
As he did, the outgoing Morrison professed his love for the dealer. He's back up to 9,000 now, which is actually down about 3,000 from the last time we counted him.
We hadn't seen Matt Waxman yet today, but we heard the sound of his voice rising just above the level of the rest of the room, and we honed in on the noise to locate him. "Wait, wait, what is this?!" Waxman was asking the cocktail server who was delivering his drink. The server had given him too much change, and Waxman went back to chattering at the table. He noticed us lurking, and he piped up in our direction.
"My table won't drink with me!" Waxman had a half-full beer in his cupholder, and he was looking around for another holder for the fresh beer he'd just been delivered. We made a comment that it looked like he was doing the drinking for the rest of the table, and he had the appropriate comeback ready. "It's razz," he said with a lecturing tone. "As long as you know that six is less than seven, you can play this game."
Defending champ Frank Kassela completed and it was folded around to the bring-in who called. The bring-in led out on fourth and was met with a Kassela raised which he just called. On all remaining streets, Kassela bet and received a call. Kassela turned over for a nine-low which beat his opponent’s ten-low.