David and the Disease
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David Gerassi is on a heater, plain and simple. The man just cannot be stopped, and after he just eliminated two players on two consecutive hands, players at his table should be afraid. Very afraid.
First, Gerassi showed just how sick he is by snapping off a sizable open-shove with 
. The play turned out to be perfectly timed, as the shover could only muster 
, and when the final five cards read 
a million chip pot was pushed Gerassi's way.
"At least think about it next time David," joked a tablemate. "I mean, just think about it for a second before snapping like its aces."
The comment was obviously made in jest, and Gerassi bellowed "Yes!" to the heavens in response, beaming like a man running hotter than he ever has before.
On the very next deal, Gerassi looked down to find 
and watched a short-stacked player move in for her last 126,000. Anthony Mangiovi flatted the bet, and holding just nine-high, so did the devious Gerassi.
When the flop fell 
Gerassi's heater appeared to have cooled just a bit, but two taps of the table later, the turn brought the to the board. Suddenly, Gerassi had a straight. Both players checked once again, and after the 
completed the board Mangiovi checked a third time. Gerassi announced himself all in with gusto in his voice, standing up as he did so, but Mangiovi had missed it all and insta-mucked his hand.
When the table saw Gerassi's straight, one player summed it up best, saying what everyone here at the Borgata already knows to be the truth.
"You're a sick man David... a sick, sick man."
| Player | Chips | Progress |
|---|---|---|
|
4,400,000
2,250,000
|
2,250,000 |