Down to 15-20,000, Peter Gould waited a few hands before making his move, pushing under the gun for what was ultimately 15,000. Chris Bjorin reraised and the rest of the table folded.
"I don't know if I want it now," declared Gould as he revealed , still feeling the effects of his earlier loss. Bjorin showed .
But whether he wanted it or not, he had little choice as the Poker Gods held - and please excuse the pun - all the cards. The flop looked insignificant, but the created outs, before the river paired a hole card and awarded Gould the pot.
Saar Wilf raised to 22,000 from the button, only for small blind Thomas Bichon to reraise to 75,000. Over to Yevgeniy Timoshenko in the big blind, who shoved for an additional 99,000. Wilf folded, and Bichon disappeared into the tank. He counted his chips for some minutes. He checked the clock and/or the payouts. He dwelled some more, while Timoshenko appeared to be trying very hard not to breathe.
Then he called -- or attempted to. After spending many minutes counting his chips, Bichon managed to put only 76,000 in, and was swiftly put right by the dealer. All 99,000 in the middle, and they flipped their cards.
Bichon:
Timoshenko:
Wilf: "Oh no!"
Timoshenko, suddenly worried: "Did you fold one of my cards?"
Wilf: "No, overpair."
Peter Gould, crippled after that hand against Steven Fung, got his last in with against Jason Mercier's . There was a jack on the flop, but there was an ace too, and he duly busted out in 24th.
On the last hand before the break (actually it went a good few minutes into the break), Matt Hawrilenko raised, and short-stacked Liz Lieu moved all in from the big blind. Call.
Hawrilenko:
Lieu:
Board:
Then the lights mysteriously went out.
"Look at that!" cried Lieu, "I win a hand and the lights go out!"
The players sat there for a moment before being told that they were on break. "That hand didn't count," a jovial Hawrilenko claimed, "It was during the break."
Nevertheless, Lieu is up to a still shaky 155,000.
The action was so crazy at the end of the last level that our weary fingers had barely managed to type it all up before players were back at the felt. Level up.
Jason Mercier raised to 26,000 preflop and received three callers: Keith Hawkins (cut-off), Chris Bjorin (button), and Steven Fung (big blind).
Everybody checked the flop, only for Fung to lead for 44,000 on the turn Mercier called; Hawkins and Bjorin ducked out of the way.
On the river, Fung nonchalantly dropped 50,000 into the pot, which triggered Mercier into moving all in. After fingering his chips briefly, Fung relinquished his hand.
I observed the tail end of the hand from the balcony, but was later filled in on the preflop action by step-in-blogger Jack Effel: "Daniel [Negreanu] raised to 24,000 and Doyle [Brunson] called. Arnaud [Mattern] pushed all in, Daniel folded, and Doyle called."
When the hands were placed on their backs, there was a never ending string of Cheshire Cat grins from the Brunson fans seated beyond the rail, as their man had picked up at just the right time. Mattern had .
Despite a second lady on the turn of a board, the rocket failed to launch, and Mattern found himself nearing the felt. Brunson, meanwhile, was elevated to 416,000.
Sandor Demjan raised to 27,000 under the gun and it folded right around to James Akenhead in the big blind, who raised to 230,000 to cover Demjan. After a moment, Demjan folded, leaving himself on 192,000, and stared hard at Akenhead through his aviators long into the next hand. Akenhead at least pretended not to notice.
Jason Mercier raised to 26,000 and Chris Bjorin called from the small blind to see a flop which they both checked.
Bjorin check-called 31,000 from Mercier on the turn and another 69,000 (teehee!) from Mercier on the river. Mercier turned over for two pair, but Bjorin's surprisingly premium for a flush won the hand.