Noah Schwartz had whittled Dan Fleyshman down to 148,000 when he open-shoved the button. Fleyshman has been very patient despite his short stack, and he looked down at and made the call for his tournament life. It was a flip; Schwartz tabled two red deuces , and the race was on.
The flop came , and from the rail, Will Failla piped up, "No deuce now." The turn was the , and Fleyshman ran through his outs aloud. He found one of them on the river as the improved him to the winner.
"Jesus Christ!" Failla blurted out, probably louder than he intended. "He made a straight."
Fleyshman smirked and looked around for the source of the noise. "Thanks a lot, Will," he said sarcastically. He's got some fighting chips now, doubling up to 300,000 as near as makes any difference.