"Not Much Happening Here"
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"Are there many tables like this?" inquired Jan Sjavik with a rye smile. It was, of course, his Norweigan sarcasm in full flow, as Table 320 has witnessed more action than a Steven Seagal filmography.
When I joined, Dutch Boyd was in the process of capping the action in a hand which saw no less than three players match the bet, one of whom, Paul Sokoloff, was all in. The next two shortest stacks, Dutch Boyd and Regis Burlot were also all in by sixth street.
Boyd: 
Burlot: 
As seventh street was dealt and players began to slide their cards around the felt, I was only able to note the finishing hands of Boyd and Burlot, but Cantu was visibly upset: "Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable. That's unbelievable. [He seemed to like the word 'unbelievable'.] That's the worst beat I've ever seen."
But in the end, it was Burlot who took the side pot and half the main with a boat, whilst Boyd took the rest with a low to the eight. Cantu, meanwhile, remained out-raged, and continued to vent to himself.
Cantu - 40,000
Burlot - 29,000
Boyd - 26,000
"You were in bad shape, my friend," said Boyd to Burlot whilst wiping his brow.
As the new dealer came in, he greeted, "What's up?" The table laughed as Sjavik replied, "Oh no, not much happening here."