Hellmuth Behind the Eight Ball
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We joined this pot as the turn card came out on a board of 
. The player in the small blind led out with a bet of 1,000, and Phil Hellmuth called from the under-the-gun position (it looks like he was likely the preflop aggressor). On the button, a young man squeezed in a raise to 3,700, drawing a long pause from the initial bettor. After a couple long minutes, he angrily pulled his cards out from the cap chip and sent them spinning muckward. Hellmuth, though, didn't waste much time flicking the calling chips into the pot.
That brought them heads-up to a 
river, and Hellmuth peeked back at his hole cards before firmly announcing a check. His opponent took pause for a minute and asked Hellmuth how much he had left. "About eight?" Hellmuth nodded. With that, he saw a bet of 5,500 fly in his direction, and The Brat quickly and quietly surrendered his cards. We stood by for about two minutes, waiting for the follow-up conversation, but there was none. A quiter, gentler Hellmuth simply slipped his earphones back into his ears and sat statue-still as the next hand played out.
He's left with just those ~8,000 chips now.