Hellmuth's Telethon
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Hand #78
Minh Ly had the button. Owais Ahmed opened to 170,000 in the cutoff, and Phil Hellmuth defended his big blind. Hellmuth checked dark, and the flop fell 
. Ahmed continued for 170,000, and Hellmuth check-raised to 420,000. Ahmed called.
The turn was the 
, and Hellmuth immediately reached for chips. He paused to examine Ahmed's stack, then slid out 380,000. Ahmed called.
The 
brought a third club, and Hellmuth re-sweated his cards. He reached for chips, betting 440,000. Ahmed tilted his head in frustration, then sat back in his chair.
"Set of sevens Phil?" he asked Hellmuth.
"I do not have a set of sevens. What do you have? Jacks?" Hellmuth responded.
Ahmed sat silently as Hellmuth stared him down.
"I don't have six-nine," Hellmuth piped up.
"I know you don't have six-nine," Ahmed chuckled.
"Remember kid, I could have ten-nine," Hellmuth added. "Could have nine-ten, could have nine-jack."
"You're a tricky one, aren't you?" Ahmed asked.
There was a beat.
"Think you have five-six," Ahmed thought aloud. "That's the only hand that makes sense. Maybe seven-five?"
Ahmed re-sweated his cards.
"Nine-ten of diamonds," Hellmuth interjected.
The two laughed.
"Phil, Phil, Phil," Ahmed sighed. "Sometimes You're like a telethon. Such a sick lay down, but I think it's right. I gotta go with my gut."
He folded, and Hellmuth mucked facedown.