Hellmuth Makes 'Em Squirm
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"What is going on?" he asked. "I'm so steamed right now, I can't even see straight. I'm gonna raise it up. I'm gonna raise... 13,000." Hellmuth fired out a big chunk of chips with a dejected flick of the wrist. It was just about equal to the button's remaining stack size, and the player there would go deep into the tank as the barrage continued from Hellmuth. "I'm so steamed, I can't even see straight," he repeated.
After another minute or two, the silence broke again. "All that acting I did was so good. God, I'm so steamed right now." Again, a brief pause for a breath. "This poor guy has jacks or queens over here and doesn't know what to do with it. He's just praying I have ace-king."
From across the room, fellow-UB pro Gary "Debo34" DiBernardi came over to see what was going on. "Debo, this is Phil Hellmuth at his best! You see this? Thirteen dimes. I limped in for 200, and now thirteen dimes."
After a very long session in the tank, the button folded, and it was time for the original limper to face the Brat. He asked for a count on Hellmuth's remaining stack before eventually deciding to pass. "I'm gonna lay this down to you sir," said the player, flashing
.There would be no show from Hellmuth, and his chest swelled as he raked in the chips and shot from his chair to strut around the table for a minute or two.
Hellmuth - 37,000