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, and McDonald fired out 240,000. Cody called relatively quickly, and the 
hit fourth street. McDonald loaded up and fired another bullet -- 520,000 this time. That one did the trick; Cody frowned and kicked his cards in, and the first after-dinner pot goes to Timex.
Level: 32
Blinds: 100,000/200,000
Ante: 20,000
, and Cody checked. Caraba stacked out 200,000 and slid it forward, and the call came pretty quickly. Fourth street brought the 
and another Cody check, and Caraba wasn't stopping now. He made it 500,000 to go, and Cody obliged him with another call., and Cody checked for the third time, never yet showing any signs of aggression. Caraba pulled out a stack of red chips... then another... then another, and another, and then two more. He eventually had 2.24 million chips gathered in his hands, and he pushed them across the line as one final (and very substantial bet).
, and Cody sunk into his chair, head down. He flicked his cards into the muck with one finger, unable to beat that and unhappy about sending more than 3 million chips over to his neighbor in the second largest pot of the tournament.
, and McDonald continued out with a bet of 420,000. That was enough to take the pot down, the first one he's won in quite some time.
