Late Night Hellmuth
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Level 11
: 500/1,000, 100 ante
"Thirty five hundred boys, it's getting late." Phil Hellmuth declared flicking out the chips from under the gun.
The rest of the table folded and Hellmuth collected the blinds and antes.
Hellmuth turned over 
saying, "No need to mess around late in the game boys."
To prove his point Hellmuth folded his big blind in the next hand to a raise.