We arrived just on the river of the board to witness the gentleman in the small blind position betting 25,000 into a 45,000 pot. On the button, William Thorson thought about it for a long, long time, and eventually flat-called for almost his whole stack.
Mr. Small Blind flipped and Thorson mucked with a sad nod.
The aforementioned Bertrand "ElkY" Grospellier opened the pot with a raise in middle position, and Jim "Mr_BigQueso" Collopy came right back with a three-bet from the next seat over. ElkY popped it right back up to 6,600 before Collopy moved all in for just about 20,000 total on a five-bet shove. The Elk shrugged and slid the chips quickly into the middle to put his opponent at risk of elimination.
Showdown
ElkY:
Collopy:
The flop brought an ounce of hope to Queso as it came down . The case on the turn slammed the door right back shut though, Collopy drawing dead to the on the river. Without taking any time for chit-chat, the American pro slid his chips over to ElkY and headed for the exit with a quickness.
"Wow, no respect," mumbled Grospellier as he stacked up his new chips. He's up to about 115,000 now as the last break of the night approaches.
Just before the break, we bade farewell to William Thorson. We actually didn't do anything except spot him at the bar, and a quick chat confirms that he has indeed parted with the remainder of his chips.
EPT Kiev winner Maxim Lykov has been hovering on roughly his starting stack all day. Just now he took what we think might be his first significant hit of the day, albeit a smallish one. Still, movement is movement.
Lykov raised to 1,800 in the cutoff only to be met with a reraise to 3,600 from the gentleman in the big blind. Lykov called, and they saw a flop.
Flop:
Mr. Big Blind bet out 3,600 and after a few moments' consideration, Lykov called.
Turn:
Mr. BB now bet out 8,500 - and after a much shorter period of thinking about it, Lykov folded.
Mads Wissing opened the pot to 1,650 in middle position, and Richard Grace three-bet to 4,200. When it folded back around to Wissing he popped it up further, making it 10,000 straight and adding, "Notice the instant min-raise there." Grace no doubt noticed, and he called the extra few thousand to see a flop.
It came down , and Wissing led out with another 10,000 chips. Grace made the smooth call eventually, and the landed on the turn. Wissing let out a noticeably heavy sigh and began to rub his face furiously. He eventually pounded the table once with his closed fist. No theatrics from Grace, he simply tapped the felt behind.
The river brought the and another long bout of face rubbing from Wissing. He looked as if he were going to claw his skin off, and he eventually checked with the same heavy-fisted motion as before. Grace looked like he wanted to fire, but he simply said, "I have two jacks."
"You have two jacks?" asked Wissing, sounding terribly surprised. With that, he tabled , his pair of queens good enough to win him a nice pot.
Grace has slipped back under 90,000 after that loss. He's still healthy, but he'd sure like to have that last pot stacked in his corner as well. He took it in stride though, possibly because he was too busy trying to figure out how he could have won that hand to be frustrated with the outcome.