Eames Pummelled
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In a good way - his stack has done nothing but rise in the first two levels, topping 38,000 recently. However he found that the massage he was receiving became so vigorous (that sort of super-fast chop thing up and down the spine) that he tried to pause before threbetting preflop to give his masseuse time to move on to something less disruptive. No, she wasn't going to move, and Eames got giggles from his table as he said, "E-e-eigh-t-t-een-hu-u-n-n-n-d red," throwing out 2k.
Only Andy Bloch called him, and they saw a 
flop. It looked like neither player was interested in this, or the 
turn, but the checking ended on the 
river when Eames bet out 3,200 and Bloch passed.