An Unbarrable River
![[user4144]](/img/avatars/avatar.svg){kind=avatar}
waiting patiently on the felt, Mark Boon led for 850, Sigi Stockinger raised it to 3,850 and Peter Barrable shoved all in for around 8,500. Boon paused momentarily before pushing his stack of circa 15-20,000 across the line, and Stockinger quickly followed, sliding in what looked to be little more.
"One of us must have the same hand," deduced Barrable as he tabled
, and he was right to be cynical as Stockinger revealed 
. What neither men will have predicted was Boon's hand, as he flipped 
for the open-ended straight flush draw, not to mention bottom pair.As the final two cards were dealt, Stockinger and Barrable held their breath in unison, and you would have been forgiven for thinking they were the men behind. But they were right to be apprehensive (after all, Barrable had gone from the ecstasy of holding the nuts with a bet and a raise in front of him to the dismay of merely splitting with a vulnerable hand), as the
turn was quickly followed by the......
.Whilst Barrable said an unrepeatable word and Stockinger raised his hands aloft, Boon sat motionless, jumping for joy inside, but remaining politely calm on the outside. "Good luck, everyone," wished Barrable, as he quietly slipped away. Stockinger returned, in silence, to his now paltry stack.