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Simon Watt has the button.
Watt folds, Tom Dwan shoves from the small blind and David Randall folds.
2010 World Series of Poker
Event #11: $1,500 No-Limit Hold'em
Day: 3
Event Info
Final Results
Event Info
Level Info
2010 World Series of Poker
Buy-in
$1,500
Prize Pool
$3,460,050
Entries
2,563
Level
30
Blinds
60,000 / 120,000
Ante
15,000
David Randall has the button.
He folds, so does Simon Watt, and Tom Dwan takes a stroll in the big blind.
Tom Dwan has the button.
Simon Watt walks it out.
Simon Watt has the button.
After he folds, Tom Dwan completes from the blinds, and David Randall taps the table for a free flop.
The flop comes 
, and Dwan's 135,000-chip bet earns him the pot.
Level: 29
Blinds: 50,000/100,000
Ante: 10,000
Here's what the stacks look like heading to break:
| Player | Chips | Progress |
|---|---|---|
|
7,205,000
305,000
|
305,000 |
|
||
|
2,990,000
985,000
|
985,000 |
|
||
|
1,350,000
-1,075,000
|
-1,075,000 |
Phew. We could use a break, and we think the players could as well.
We'll be back in fifteen minutes to see if we can get a bracelet on one of these guys' wrists.
David Randall has the button.
Randall opens to 200,000 from the button and Simon Watt re-raises to 565,000 from the small blind. Tom Dwan surrenders his big blind and Randall releases as well shipping Watt the pot.
Tom Dwan has the button, but we missed the action.
Simon Watt has the button.
He folds, and the blinds take a cheap flop amongst themselves. It comes 
, and Tom Dwan leads out with 110,000 chips. David Randall makes the call after just a quick pause.
Fourth street brings the 
and another bet from Dwan. Well, first a long, dark stare, then a bet -- 335,000 this time. The pause from Randall is much longer this time, about two minutes. The result is the same, though; he calls.
River: 
Dwan stares at Randall for a couple thirty seconds before quietly asking, "How much do you have?" After another two-minute pause, Dwan announces, "All in," also very quietly. Fortunately, we can read lips.
There is no snap-call from Randall, but he does appear to be considering this wager very carefully. He sits in the tank for maybe seven, eight minutes, and you get the feeling he's going to fold, but it's hard to read the deadpan Randall for anything.
After another couple minutes, it becomes clear that things weren't going to move for a while, Tournament Director Robbie calls the clock on Randall. It ticks all the way down to zero, killing Randall's hand. The tank time is long enough that Dwan asks Robbie if he'd consider moving the clock back a few minutes, but Robbie is not interested in that.
"Wasn't that, like, a twenty-minute decision?" Dwan asks. It was close, but not quite that long. Either way, "durrrr" has to be happy to drag that pot.
We'll count down the stacks when the break gets here in just three minutes.