Matusow Hits the Water Hard While Elliot Takes Down a Big One

A pot so monstrous it could eat Tokyo has developed by the time I arrive at Mike Matusow's table. The gentlemen involved are Chris Elliot and Philippe Rouas; the board reads {J-Clubs}

and it looks as though Rouas has bet or raised 25,000, only for Elliot to make it 75,000. Rouas' hands are clasped together as though he is praying, and a solid wall of assorted media are holding their collective breath around the table.

"I'm hoping," says Rouas eventually, "I'm hoping that you have ace-king of clubs. Ace-queen...It's such a monster I've got. Sick."

Pipes up Matusow, clearly keen to get the hand finished, "I think I need to go back to doing drugs. I'll start with this bottle of water."

Eventually, to the ever-so-slightly audible disappointment of the Wall of Media, Rouas folds, showing {9-Clubs}