Hand #95 - Michael Mizrachi
The flop comes , and both men quickly check.
Turn: . Again, check check quickly.
River: Mizrachi grabs two big stacks of chips, and pushes 280,000 of them into the middle. Billy The Croc tanks for a few minutes, mumbling to himself. The one word that comes through clearly is, "Sick!" Billy rests his head on his hands, then leans back in his chair, looking up toward the neon arena ceiling. After a minute, he asks, "One deuce any good?" with a chuckle. Mizrachi doesn't budge. One more time we hear, "Sick!" come from The Croc's side of the table. Finally, he does put in the call, apparently prepared for the bad news he is about to receive. Mizrachi tables , and his eight-high straight is the winner, much to The Croc's chagrin.