I'ma Prison Cell Six By Nine
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A pot of 28,000 was up for grabs when the action folded around to an unidentified player in the small blind.
Holding just 27,000 to his name, that player made his stand and shoved all in, putting a bit of pressure on Philip Neiman in the big blind.
"I shouldn't even look..." said the native of New York's Queensbridge borough. "Should I even look?"
Finally, after asking his opponent if he wanted a call or a fold, Neiman slid the requisite calling chips forward, his hole cards still a mystery.
"You're good," said the other player with impatience in his voice. "Trust me."
"I'm good?" asked Neiman in response, no doubt happy to hear any cards he turned over would likely have a decent shot of winning. "Let's see."
The small blind showed his 
with a sullen expression, knowing his admission was indeed true.
Neiman then turned over the 
, before slowly squeezing his 
and saying "alright, you're live."
The flop came down 
with the six in the window and the straight draw adding a little more drama to an already extended display of friction on the felt. The 
bricked off on the turn though, and the river fell 
to send a small but meaningful pot to Neiman, who busted the player he had been acting as a verbal assassin to all tournament.
| Player | Chips | Progress |
|---|---|---|
|
225,000
93,000
|
93,000 |