When we reached the table, the board was already completed 



. Layne Flack checked, and Jason Mercier moved all in for 117,000, which was about a pot-sized bet. Flack went into the tank, cutting out enough chips to call, and riffling them with his hand. He then took the entire stack and held it in the air, pump-faking it back and forth.
"I can't beat ace-high," he announced. "That's what's so f***ing sick about this."
Flack tanked for a little longer, then folded 
face up. Mercier silently mucked his cards, and raked in the pot.
| Player | Chips | Progress |
|---|---|---|
|
|
340,000
30,000
|
30,000 |
|
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||
|
|
305,000
90,000
|
90,000 |
|
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||

come from behind against Flack's 
to stay alive.



gave Flack the win and sent Rettenmaier to the rail. Flack moved to 370,000 in chips.





for only one overcard to the 
for Julius. The flop, turn and river ran out 





, and Baumstein was eliminated.



, and Baumstein gets more chips while Barshak loses some chips.
flop, Carter Phillips bet 23,000. Darren Elias called to see the
come on fourth street. Phillips bet 43,000 and Elias gave it up, allowing Phillips to move back over 700,000 in chips.