Hand #109: Dwan Drags a Twenty-Minute Pot
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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.