No Gold For Copperthite
Arthur Copperthite open-shoved his last 35,400 under the gun. A few seats over, Tommy Hoard asked for a count before reraising all in himself. Nobody else wanted to tangle, and Copperthite was heads up for his tournament life. And it was a flip:
Copperthite:
Hoard:
The flop was in Copperthite's neighborhood as it came . He celebrated, and it took an extra second for him to realize that he had to fade Hoard's flush draw now. "No club. Come on."
Turn: . Safe and sound. "Come on, no club. Deuce. Deuce!"
River: . That's not safe or sound for the all-in player. Hoard's set of tens is enough to tally the knockout, and Copperthite is none too pleased about it. "You gotta be f***ing kidding me! What a joke. You're f***ing kidding!" With that, he stormed out of the room a few shots shy of a payday.
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