Just Before Break...
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Phil Hellmuth raised with the button and Jeff Madsen hesitantly called from the small blind.
"What?" Hellmuth blurted. "You have like the nine-ten off?"
A player in the big blind called as well and the flop fell 
. Both blinds checked to Hellmuth who continued and Madsen check-raised. The player in the big blind released, Hellmuth put in a third bet and Madsen called.
"Seven!" Madsen shouted.
The turn was not a seven, rather it was the 
. Madsen checked.
"I'm supposed to bet here," Hellmuth said with a grin.
"So you're checking?" Madsen poked. "That speech means you're checking, unless now you feel like you have to bet to prove me wrong."
Hellmuth opted to fire a bet which Madsen insta-called. Both players checked the 
on the river.
"Six," Madsen announced.
Hellmuth tabled 
for a rivered pair of nines however, winning him the pot. Madsen just rolled his eyes.
"Nice hand Phil," he offered.
Hellmuth was too busy thinking aloud about whether or not he should have bet the river to accept the compliment. Nonetheless he won the pot and is now a little bit closer to Madsen who is the chip leader at their four-handed table.