Metalidi Eliminated... Until He Doubles
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With 
on the board, Artem Metalidi bet 4,000 into the pot. He was in the cutoff, facing off with Shaun Deeb, who was in the big blind. Deeb called.
Deeb checked again on the 
river, and Metalidi moved all in for his 13,125.
"Thirteen one-twenty-five?" Deeb asked, preparing the required amount for call. He shuffled with the calling chips and finally threw them in.
Metalidi turned up 
, and Deeb showed his 
, following the all-in showdown rule.
Suddenly, Metalidi stood up, put his headphones over his ears, and walked away. He was 15 yards away from the table when Deeb called him back. "You're good, you win."
Metalidi turned back in confusion, coming back to his seat.
"You have a straight."
Metalidi looked at his cards, still processing what had happened. "Oh, I have a straight? I didn't know I had a straight!"
The board was still lying face-up, and Metalidi studied it again, realizing he had the nuts.
Deeb and the other players at the table were laughing. "I'm like, yeah, he looked like he didn't have it," Deeb said.
"Good read by me!" Deeb continued in amusement, making fun of the unusual situation. "I'm proud of myself!"
"I wasn't happy when he showed the nuts until he walked away," smiled Deeb, taking Metalidi's mis-read with a grin.
Artem Metalidi had been eliminated in his mind, but he's still in contention.
They say a "chip and a chair" are all that's needed. Metalidi lost his chair for a moment, but he's now sitting firmly back in it.
| Jogador | Fichas | Progresso |
|---|---|---|
|
40,000
4,000
|
4,000 |
|
35,000
-22,000
|
-22,000 |
|
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