Deeb v. Sarwer: Sarwer Having None of It
Sarwer leaned back in his chair with a smirk on his face. "Friggin' four-flush," he said, still smiling and shooting glances across the table. After another minute or so, he hurriedly stacked together the call and plunked it into the pot. Deeb tabled for the airball. Sarwer proudly flipped over , his lowly pair of deuces good enough to earn him the pot.
Sarwer - 255,000
Deeb - 55,000