The coldest of decks paradoxically led to things really hotting up at Manuel Sadornil and Davis Modan’s table. The chips went in pre – how could they not?
Board: an uneventful 6s-2h-3d-5d-Qh
Sadornil made a noise like air being let out of a balloon and gazed up at the ceiling as if to admonish the gods while Modan ecstatically demanded, “Picture! Picture!” of press and rail alike. Sadornil’s entire, not insignificant, stack was pushed across the table as he was eliminated. Meanwhile Modan lurched into the lead on well over 2 million.