Splat Goes the Brat
However, a quick glance at the felt and the hand history was clear, Hellmuth finding himself all in with versus on a something-for-everyone flop. A turn and river were of no use, and the eleven time bracelet winner was dust.
"This is why I don't like tournaments," joked Hellmuth as he showed the cameras the rockets that had failed to launch.
Like a true gentleman, Hellmuth shook the hands of his former foes, wished then good look, and headed to the rail.