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Phil Hellmuth专栏
The Ace that put me on the Floor! 
 
The story: at the Bay 101 WPT (World Poker Tour) final table—with the blinds $10,000-$20,000--I managed to get $800,000 into the pot before the flop with my Q-Q vs my opponents Ac-Jc.  By the way, the “New Phil” smiled as the young man told me he was a better no limit Hold’em player than I was only one hour earlier.  With six players left, and first place $870,000, sixth place was $120,000.  The flop came down K-6-5.  When a 10 hit on the turn, my young opponent now had three aces and two queens to win the pot with.  I was about to have the chip lead, just one card away!  I could feel it.  I deserved it.  [I had dominated the poker tournament for 20 hours of play time, without ever being all in, or even close to it.]  Alas, the river was an ace!  And I just sat there, stunned, for almost 45 seconds.  Now surely the “Old Phil” would tell the kid what the score really was.  Surely Phil Hellmuth would give the kid a lecture about what a horrendous move he just made, and how the kid wasn’t event in the same zip code skill wise, right?  No, not this year; in 2010 I plan on being a perfect gentleman!  But this was a huge test for me.  One hole in my resume, one that is constantly pointed out to me, is the fact that I have not won a WPT event.  So I wanted this tournament so, so badly.  Not to mention the money.  I mean, if no queen hits on the river, then I believe that the worst I would have done would have been second place and $500,000. 
 
After 45 seconds I slowly rose up out of my chair, and then I shook everyone’s hand at the final table and I wished them good luck.  Then I lost it a little bit.  I was overcome with emotion, and I fell to my hands and knees (in the dimly lit corner), and put my head between my arms.  After another 45 seconds passed by, I suddenly realized that the cameras (and the eyes of the poker world) were probably still on me.  I wanted to stay down and lick my wounds.  I wanted to stay down because I was in pain.  I wanted to stay down until I felt better.  But I knew that I had to man up, get up, and do my exit interview.  As I stood up, sure enough, all of the cameras were still on me (obviously they were expecting me to be a “Poker Brat”) and I manned up and did a pretty gracious exit interview. 
 
As I waited for my check, I signed a non-stop stream of autographs until I was called back to the stage by Matt Savage, “Phil Hellmuth, please come back to the final table area.”  I thought, “Oh great, this is the ‘Shooting Stars’ and I still have to sign the t-shirt for the kid that busted me, the one who told me that he was better than me.”  I actually smiled and I told myself, “Stop whining man!  Get up there and take it like a man.”  As I entered the room I received a standing ovation.  After I signed the T-shirt, “Good luck, Phil Hellmuth Jr.”  I received another standing ovation.  Could the world be embracing me, finally? 
 
As to the hand: I limped in with Q-Q in the small blind.  Then the kid--in the big blind--raised it up $55,000 into the $50,000 pot.  I then called the $55,000, and raised it up $200,000 more to go into the $160,000 pot!  No more slow playing here, I made a big over-raise, I sent a strong message, pot over, right?  No, the kid moved all in for $800,000, and I quickly called.  Someone announcing on the Internet actually called it a “Cooler,” and I couldn’t believe that anyone would think like that: the kid had A-J!  A cooler is when it is like J-J vs Q-Q, or K-K vs Q-Q.  Additionally, the kid had been playing with me for two days, and he knew that I never played a big pot.  Suddenly I ship $255,000 into a smallish pot and A-J is going to be good, really?  To me, the kid had the world’s easiest lay down!  But the good news is this: look out world, I am back!! |   
 
 
 
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