Steve Levy was tanking at Table 384 after betting 8,400 on the river on a board of , only to see his opponent check-raise to 35,000. Deep in thought, Levy realized he was burning up clock that short stacks desperately needed to use to shove all in.
"Sorry, guys," he said. "You got a hand down there? You got pocket sevens?"
Levy tanked for another minute or so before slamming in a stack of calling chips. His opponent shook his head slightly before tabling for tens up, and Levy showed his for trips.