Feng Puts Pettinella in the Blender

Michael Pettinella opened to 60,000 from early positon before Andrew Hanna three-bet to 180,000 from middle position. Han Ming Feng called from the small blind and Petttinella also came along.

The 8♦7♠2♦ flop checked through to the 6♣ turn, where Feng led out for 200,000. Only Pettinella called.

The 2♣ completed the board, and Feng began counting out his stack. After some thinking time, he sized up to 650,000, leaving around 60,000 behind.

Pettinella went deep into the tank, immediately informing the table that he may need a minute.

"Sick spot bro," said Pettinella as he stood up from his chair. More time passed and Pettinella continued his attempt to get a read, asking Feng if he would show if Pettinella folded.

Feng remained stoic, taking a swig out of his drink can.

The drink sounded empty, which Petinnella picked up on.

"There's not even anything in there."

Pettinella then offered Feng his glass dice card protector and offered him to roll it. Feng remained as still as a statue.

Pettinella continued to mull over his options, extending his apologies to the table and would have no objections if anyone called the clock.

"Nice hand," said Pettinella as he threw his cards into the muck, awarding the pot to Feng, who also returned his cards to the dealer after the hand played out.