Keating Gets Clocked Off With The Floor
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Alex Keating was staring at a board of 
before he bet 10,000 with about 9,000 behind. His opponent then check-raised him all-in, setting out a chunk of yellow 5k chips to cover.
Keating tanked for several minutes saying, "So many people it would be easy to fold to, but not you...you show me bluffs all the time..."
Keating recounted his stack out before continuing to talk, "It's gotta make sense though...
, 
?"
His opponent, who had not said a word up until now, called for a clock.
Keating continued about the chances of this being a bluff, "You're really just the perfect guy for this, the perfect candidate..."
A flash of a smile came from his silent foe.
Keating asked how much time he had left and the member of the floor counted down the final 10 seconds, at first slowly but the last four or five seconds of the clock were counted more quickly.
"Woah, woah," said Keating as the member of the floor hit the last few seconds, "how was that a minute? That's bullshit, the last five seconds were faster than the rest, this is bullshit."
Jonathan Aguiar on the table behind turned and said, "Those last few seconds did seem kind of fast."
Keating was furious, asking Allen Kessler who was also seated on the table.
The "Chainsaw" replied, "the last five seconds were definitely quicker that the first."
Keating demanded a second member of the floor and called over Tournament Director Thomas Kremser over, who consulted with the floorman and declared that Keating's hand was dead. The young American was left with around 9,000 but clearly wasn't happy with the ruling, continually shaking his head and muttering to himself.