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"All in and a call!" bellowed the dealer as cameras swarmed the table. It was short stack Andreas Bergren's tournament life at risk, holding vs. Julius Colman's on a board of . Colman was already drawing dead -- a king on the river would give Bergren a full house.
"No funny business this time!" said Kenny Tran with a laugh.
The river was the , and Bergren got a much-needed injection of chips, doubling his stack to 110,000.
It was lucky, perhaps, that the dinner break came after Theo Jorgensen took his biggest hit of the day, because he's definitely come back in accumulating mode. Just now, he called Annie Duke's button raise (to 9k) from the small blind.
He check-called the flop (14,000).
He check-called the turn (26,500).
He checked the river, and Duke gave up -- he took the pot with .
Also, he just showed how to get his table's hand over swiftly -- an under-the-gun raise to 32,000, which no one, surprisingly, had any interest in contesting.
If Jeff Buffenbarger wants to share a bad beat with you, then it might be one you can finally sympathise with -- the destruction of his aces at the bubble spot, looking very much like it's going to cost him £27,000.
As everyone was chatting away quietly to themselves, it all suddenly kicked off, Marcello Marigliano, who's barely played a hand in the last few hours, pushing all in for just over 30k and finding an instant, and I mean INSTANT, call from Jeff.
Buffenbarger =
Marigliano =
The crowd gasped in anticipation as the flop came , giving the Italian what was by now a mammoth six outs.
The turn was a kind one, the dealer popping out a harmless .
The river, however, would provoke a mixture of reactions -- shock, laughter, sympathy -- everyone in the room responding in some way to the cruel .
Jeff was understandably gutted, his face saying more than any words ever could.
I guess it was Marigiano who had the testicular fortitude that I referred to in my last post, and it seems to have paid off...although in the most sickening of circumstances.
"I'm on life support," said Jeff as he was handed a paltry 5,600 in change.
Ian Frazer raised to 8,000 from the cutoff, Jeff Buffenbarger moved all in for his last 4,100 from the small blind, and John Tabatabai called from the big blind. The board ran out , with Frazer and Tabatabai checking it down. Tabatabai showed for two pair, eights and fours. Frazer mucked, and Buffenbarger showed before making a very graceful exit.
Our 36 remaining players are now all in the money, guaranteed at least £27,150 for their efforts (that's $54,473,77 U.S. dollars or 39,257.34 Euros!)
What really squeezes the lemon juice on the paper cut of defeat is this story Jeff Buffenbarger told a few places off the bubble. He was chatting away with the table, like he always does, and mentioned his bubble experience in the $3k pot-limit event in Vegas in the summer. He said that when he went out, the whole room erupted in cheering and high-fiving, and his table being at the back of the room, he'd had to do the very long Walk of Shame past loads of celebrating players. He said that sucked. At least here, a polite clap drowned out the cheering.