Mercier Shown No Mercy
On the river, Jorgensen casually waved all in, as if ushering away a foul smell. No chips found their way into the middle, but Jorgensen had around 400,000 and it was obvious he had his man covered.
With 210,000 before him, Mercier's body sagged as Jorgensen made his move. As pensive as ever, he pitched up tent in the think tank and dwelt for a good few minutes. As Jorgensen remained stationary, a tortured Mercier removed his cap and shook his head continuously as he continued to mull.
Just as I was thinking complimentary thoughts about the patience of the table, the clock was called (by whom, I remain unsure) and a one minute warning was given. A few moments later, Mercier made the fold.