Thursday, May 28, 2015 3:25 AM Local Time
Hellmuth Finds the Shove Button
The cutoff opens to 1,800, and Scott Baumstein three-bets to 4,200 from the button. In the small blind, Phil Hellmuth rips one of his earbuds out, then digs for his reading glasses so he can better see what's what. He cuts down his stack, eyeballing the 19,700 chips he has before verbally moving all in.
The cutoff folds quickly, but Baumstein needs some time to think. At this point, Doc Sands walks up to the table and starts chatting with Hellmuth.
"They're four-bet folding to you?"
"Two-bet," Hellmuth points at the opener. "Three-bet," pointing at Baumstein. "And then four-bet ship it, baby," he finishes with a point to himself. Sands acknowledges, and Hellmuth's attention turns back to Baumstein.
"Nines or tens?" Hellmuth asks. "Makes a big difference." After another moment, he continues, "Maybe I'm just tilted and shoved with, like ace-deuce or something."
A minute or so later, Baumstein surrenders his cards into the muck.
Phil Hellmuth - 27,400