"God, I Almost Folded!"
Hellmuth did eventually make the call, turning over for deuces full of eights. The small blind mucked, saying he had an overpair.
"Where's Roland de Wolfe?" cried Hellmuth, rising out of his seat and scanning the room for his friend.
"God, I almost folded there!" he said to de Wolfe, who was enjoying a massage at an adjacent table.
After the hand, Hellmuth was up to about 25,000.