Tim Phan and Kirk Morrison stood next to each other as they waited for the dealer to lay out the flop. Phan was way behind and had a morose look on his face, like a man standing up against a wall awaiting his execution via firing squad. By the turn, he was down to just two outs. If I could have given him one last cigarette before the river card, I would have. On the opposite end of the spectrum, Morrison seemed confident that his pocket Rockets would hold up. The smile on his face grew larger when the river didn't help Phan. His Aces held up as Phan slowly walked off the set.