Actually, it wasn't that awful, but clearly frustrating for Josh Gould, who had to interrupt a massage in order to vacate his seat and head to the rail. He'd seen a flop with neighbor Goran Gratte: and raised his bet of 2,000 to 6,000. Back to Gratte who contemplated for a long while, before setting in his shorter-stacked (12,000) opponent. Gould called instantly with his flopped set of eights ( ) but Gratte held the .
The turn brought the and a quietly irritated, "Straight away!" from Gould, and the made no difference. I am not sure the masseuse realized he had to get up and leave, as he sort of wriggled out from beneath her relaxing touch and left the tournament.