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Johan van Til was staring at a 
board with a grimace on his face. His opponent had moved all in for around 25,000 with 110,000 already in the middle. After shaking his head over and over, van Til decided to call. The other player triumphantly slammed down 
for the rivered nut flush. That confirmed what "busto_soon" really already knew, and he mucked unhappily. Van Til is down to 23,000.
With the flop showing 
, there were three checks before a player fired a bet of 4,600. One fold before Lauren Kling check-raised to 10,800. One more fold and her opponent made the call.
The turn brought the 
and Kling fired a bet of 15,200 and again she found a call before the 
fell on the river. Kling released a third barrel worth 38,000 which was good to force a fold as Kling powers her way to 140,000.
The cutoff raised to 2,100 before last year's Main Event winner Joe Cada reraised to 6,000 from the button. The cutoff seat moved all in for 18,100 and Cada made the call.
Cada held the 
and was up against the at-risk player's 
. It was another race for a tournament life.
The board ran out 
and Cada improved to a set of tens and eliminated the player. He's up to 94,000 in chips in his title-defense run.
Tony Korfman called after the player to his right shoved for about 15,000. His was racing the short-stack's 
. The 
flop was clean. "Good so far," said one of the people at the table. And on cue, the 
on the turn wasn't so good anymore. The completed the board, and Korfman notched the knockout. He's up to 190,000.
A player raised to 2,200 from middle position before a string of callers entered after him. The cutoff, button and Lex Veldhuis in the small blind all called. The player in the big blind reraised all in for 17,100. The original raiser, cutoff and button all folded before Veldhuis tossed in the call.
Veldhuis held the 
. His opponent had two overcards with the and was racing for his tournament life.
The flop came down 
and the all-in player hit an ace to take the lead. The turn was the 
and the river the . The dealer mucked Veldhuis' losing sixes and he dropped to 42,000 in chips.
Adam Levy raised from the hijack and the big blind moved all in for around 25,000. Levy quickly called and showed 
, which was far ahead of the big blind's 
.
The board ran out 
and Levy chipped up to 85,000.
On a flop of 
play checked to David "Devilfish" Ulliott on the button who fired 3,500. His opponent made the call from the small blind and the turn landed the .
Both players quickly checked and the river was the 
. The small blind slid out just 3,000 and Ulliott flashed 
for a busted straight draw and mucked. His opponent then showed for just ace-high, but it was enough to take it down. Ulliott is back to 105,000.
We just noticed Scott Seiver's hair had been moved to our section, so we dropped by to check on it. The face confirmed that it was indeed the rest of Scott Seiver under the hair, and he was involved in a pot as we approached.
The board read 
and there was about 16,000 piled in the pot. The player in the small blind had a bet of 10,600 strung out in front of him, and Seiver was tanking with that tortured look he pulls off so beautifully. He shuffled chips and cut down his stack. After some time, he leaned back in his chair ever so slightly, and it looked like he might have peeked down under the table, then back up at his opponent. After another couple moments of facial contortions, he surrendered, leaving himself about 67,000.
Erik Seidel opened the pot from the cutoff seat, and Greg Fishberg called from the small blind.
The two men took a heads-up flop of 
, and Fishberg check-called 3,000. He checked again on the turn, and Seidel kept the heat on with another bet -- 9,500 this time. Fishberg didn't bat an eye, though, and he flicked two orange chips into the pot after just a quick pause to consider.
The river was the , and Seidel fired a third bullet of 20,000. Fishberg snap-called, and that hand-in-the-cookie-jar look came over Seidel's face. He waited for Fishberg to show his and the dealer to announce, "Straight," before quietly mucking.
Seidel is left with just about 17,000 after barreling off a significant chunk of his stack. Fishberg is the beneficiary, up now to 88,000 or so.
With the board reading on the turn, the action was checked to Rob Saltiel on the button who bet. His opponent raised all-in and Saltiel made the call.
Saltiel had flopped a set with 
, but his opponent turned a higher set with . There was only one card in the deck that could save Saltiel, the case eight to make him quads.
Boom. The 
hit the river as the table, the rail, and every reporter watching the table gasped. Saltiel doubled to 50,000 amidst all the cries of "so SICK!"
