Daniel Nutt, his chips dwindling once more, announced, "All in," from the cutoff. On the button, Costas Artemi dwelled up, his head in his hands. "Write this in the report," yelled down a pro-Nutt railer from the balcony bar, "We're all so nervous there's sweat dripping down the rail." Thanking the poker gods that there was not any sweat dripping from the rail on us below, I turned back to the table. Eventually, quietly, Artemi called.
Artemi:
Nutt: very much an underdog with .
Board: , prompting roaring celebrations from the balcony. "Nutt! Nutt! Nutt!"