Ice Cold, Bro!
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Every once in a while, you're going to get cold-decked. Just one of those days at the tables where you don't get anything, then when you get your money in good, someone always has something better.
Then there's the tale Frederik Jensen's demise. You can't call this cold. You can't even call this freezing. This could only be comparative to the climate of Pluto, the outermost planet of the solar system.
As Jensen recalled to us on the rail, he was sitting on about 20,000 coming back from the break, but then ran his pocket tens into pocket jacks. A few hands later, he got it in with 
, but lost the flip against another opponent's 
.
Down to his last 5,300 in chips, he shipped them in after a pre-flop raise of 700 with 
. The other guy snap-called with pocket aces.
I said, "Brrrr, it's cold in here, there must be some Jensens in the atmosphere ..."
| Player | Chips | Progress |
|---|---|---|
|
Busted |