THE SPORTSMAN -- Dave "Devilfish" Ulliott must be on his sixth or seventh drink too -- but no champagne for the 'Fish tonight, more of the energy drink du jour. He's managed to hang on with a short stack for a long while, before building it back over 20k in the second half of the final level of the day. Humberto Brenes (on 55k) has stopped talking to players much, but is singing along to his iPod, in a kind of high-pitched crooning. Devilfish said just now that he only wanted to beat him in a pot because it might stop the singing. Bah Humbug, he also said.*
After a slow start to the day, online wonderwoman Annette 'Annette_15' Obrestad has built up a mammoth 80,000 stack and shows no sign of slowing down. In fact, trying to halt this little ball of fire at the moment would be like trying to stop a herd of elephants with a pea-shooter.
An ultra-short-stacked Lee Watkinson put his last chips in with 2 5K after a raise and a call gave him a serious price.
The hands: A-K, A-K, and the ol' 2-5 for Lee.
The flop comes Q-5-4, which puts Lee in the lead, but the turn (ace), and river (king) are bad for Lee, and the two players left in the pot chop up Watkinson's precious few chips between them.
Ted Forrest has just been eliminated from the WSOPE Main Event.
Andrew Feldman's preflop raise to 1,500 was reraised behind him to 4,400 and called by Ted, who was committing half his stack to the pot. Feldman also called for a three-way pot.
Flop =
Forrest pushed all in, the other player stepped out of the way, and Feldman called in a flash.
Feldman =
Forrest =
"Oh no," moaned Feldman negatively as he spotted the flush draw.
But he needn't have worried, as the turn and river sent Forrest to the rail.
'sbrugby' and Colclough squaring off here. The board read:
Colclough leads for 3,350 after a bet/call on the flop. Townsend raises to 20,000, which puts Colclough all in. After a several-minute think, Colclough calls, and shows two pair . Townsend turns over . The river changes nothing, and Townsend is clipped for about half his stack.
Phil Hellmuth sits at the feature TV table underneath the bright lights. He has been drinking non-stop since dinner. He spills his glass of champagne and the glass shatters on the floor. He looks at his hole cards and likes what he sees.
Hellmuth: "This is so beautiful. Time for an overbet."
Hellmuth reaches for chips and bets 4x the big blind. Everyone at the table folds, despite his pleas to entice his opponents to call him.
Hellmuth: "I got Thor Hansen's favorite hand!"
Thor Hansen shrugs his shoulders. He has no idea what Hellmuth is talking about.
Hellmuth: "Thor. You're favorite hand. Right here. If you can guess it, I'll show you?"
Thor Hansen: "Nine-eight suited?"
Hellmuth tables and launches into a fourteen-minute soliloquy about how he's setting everyone up for the moment he gets pocket aces and takes everyone's chips.
Two of everyone's favorite Scandinavians, Gus Hansen and Thomas Wahlroos were having a spirited discussion about some online pot-limit Omaha they've played in the past.
Hansen: You know, I reaaaaalllly enjoyed beating you that big pot.
Wahlroos (to table): Top pair and a gutshot he goes all in, I have a set... and he hits the gutshot! $130,000 pot!
Hansen: I think you're exaggerating, it was like, 115.
Wahlroos: No, I remember it exactly. It was $126,000!