And you know what that's tended to mean on this final table! Tension so thick you could almost see it like heat shimmer was surrounding Bansi as he tortured himself over a threeway flop. Negreanu had bet and he was counting down his stack, in between shaking his head like he had something horrible stuck to it. This thinking period amounted to about five minutes, but ended with his suddenly pushing his stack in, and Negreanu snapcalling. There was some shrugging, and reluctance on both sides to show, but eventually show they had to:
Bansi:
Negreanu:
"There's no freeroll," Mr. Effel helped the crowd, and indeed there wasn't. Chop Chop.