When Ya Gotta Go...
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Just before the recent break we caught up with James Woods to check on his progress, and the actor was preparing to make a mad dash to the restrooms with a few minutes still left on the clock, a savvy move designed to beat the notorious Seniors Championship lines.
Woods regaled us with tales of his tournament in the meantime, mentioning how he had "exactly twenty-three pocket pairs so far," before ticking off the list with startling precision. Rumored to be a certified genius with an IQ above 180, Woods' ability to remember the various wired pairs he had woke up with during the day was something to behold.
Just as Woods was about to depart in search of the commode, however, the sight of yet another pocket pair kept him glued to his seat. One player had shoved all in for his last 1,125, coming over the top of a limper or two, and Woods looked down to squeeze 
. Announcing himself all in as well, Woods isolated the vulnerable player to find his bullets well ahead of the other man's 
.
Despite vocalizing his suspicion that these aces were doomed to be cracked, the hand was over in a flash as the flop fell 
to give Woods top set. The turn and river failed to deliver any runner-runner miracles, and with that Woods sent a fellow senior home midway through the day.
On the very next deal Woods stuck around to punish a few limpers, raising to 525 and catching two callers. The flop rolled out 
and both players checked to Woods, who seized the initiative with an all-in c-bet which would force both opponents to a test for their tournament lives. Like clockwork both men mucked their hands and Woods happily counted the spoils of war before rushing off to relieve himself.
| Player | Chips | Progress |
|---|---|---|
|
6,550
-2,600
|
-2,600 |