On a flop of , chip leader Gabriel Walls bet 3,500 after his lone opponent checked. That player called, prompting Walls to inquire how many more chips the player had (roughly 25,000).
Both players checked the turn. Walls' opponent tried a bet of 3,600 on the river but seemed to know he had blundered as soon as Walls called.
"I guess you've got a king," he said. And indeed, Walls opened for a pair of kings. That was the winning hand. Walls now has about 410,000 after a few small setbacks earlier.
One player limped under the gun and that set of a series of limps. A player in middle position, Ronnie Bardah from the cutoff and Bryan Micon from the button all limped before the big blind checked and let everyone see the flop for the minimum.
The flop came down and action checked around to Bardah. He fired 1,300. Micon and the big blind folded. The under-the-gun player made the call and the others folded, leaving heads-up action for the turn and river.
The turn brought the and the first player checked. Bardah fired 3,100 before his opponent raised to 7,000. Bardah tanked and let it go, dropping back to 115,000 in chips.
George Lind checked with the board reading and his opponent, Joerg Niepenberg, moved all in having Lind covered. Lind called and snap-mucked when Niepenberg showed .
Lind was out the door in a flash while Niepenberg is up to 120,000 chips.
Action folded to John Duthie in the small blind and he jammed all in for 18,200. The player in the big blind called. Duthie held the and his opponent held the .
Jamie Burland flat called an under-the-gun raise from the button with , before calling a c-bet on a flop. Check, check on the turn, before Burland called for 6,000 on the river. In the end, his knaves were pipped at the post by , sending Burland back down to 35,000.
Ylon Schwartz was in the small blind and raised to 2,300. The player in the big blind made it 6,200 to go and Schwartz made the call.
The flop came down and Schwartz went all in. His opponent, with about 25,000, called all in and showed , leading Schwartz's . The river changed nothing, but the hit the river, chopping the pot as both held queen-high straights.
There's a guy dressed up as Chris Ferguson who lurks outside the corridor throughout the Main Event, signing autographs and posing for photos with unwitting fans.
Over in the Pavillion Room, the cameras were centered on the real Jesus. I didn't ask him for a ballroom dance or demand he sliced a carrot with a playing card, but I was pretty sure it was him.
On the felt lay a board, and as the camera lens tightened, Ferguson led for 10,000. His opponent tanked for a while before making the call with , which happened to be good.
It hasn't been a fruitful day for Ferguson, and with ESPN witnessing his failed bluff firsthand and unintentionally rubbing salt in already open wounds, life has just got slightly worse. He's now down to 20,000 and struggling.
No, it's not Michael. It's not Robert either. They're both already through to Day 3. The Mizrachi in today's field is Michael's twin Eric, and he's trying to join his siblings in Day 3. He called a 2,200-chip pre-flop raise from the big blind, then check-called another 3,100 when the flop came king-high with two spades, . Both he and his opponent checked the turn. Whent he river fell a seeming blank, , Mizrachi led out for 6,600. His opponent called by wasn't up to snuff. Mizrachi's spade flush, , took down the pot.
Andrew Chen got his last 22,100 into the middle with on a board. He was called by a player with and the board bricked with the on the river, sending Chen to the rail.
There was around 12,000 in the pot when we caught up with Johnny Lodden checking the flop. Rob Taylor bet 8,000, which Lodden called.
Lodden checked again on the turn and Taylor dwelled up for a very long time. Eventually he checked too, and they saw the river.
The river was the and this time Lodden bet out a hefty 22,000. Taylor tanked up for a while. Then he laughed. Then he moved his lips as though making complicated calculations, before suddenly looking very serious. Then he tanked up again for another couple minutes.
Then he called - and immediately flung his head back in despair as Lodden turned over for the flopped flush. Lodden moved up to 110,000. The hapless Taylor mucked and dropped down to just 8,000.