Summer(s) Vacation is Over
With the final board reading 
by the river, Mike Summers checked over to Michaelann Moser, who snap-fired a bet of 9,000 into the middle.
The pot was already chock full of orange T1,000 chips �� along with medley of lower denominations �� and obviously a few bets had been made and called before the river was revealed.
��Isn��t that just the sickest river card?�� asked Summers to nobody in particular. ��Would you have folded on the turn if I shoved?��
��What��s that?�� replied Moser, almost as quickly as she bet the river. ��On the turn? Yeah, I think so.��
��I call then,�� said Summers with authority, appearing to have obtained the tell he was looking for.
��Call?�� asked Moser. ��OK... quads.��
After Moser rolled over her 
, even Summers had to smile at the sight of her monster holding.
��Nice hand,�� he said forlornly while flashing his 
to the table. ��I guess that was the sickest turn card instead.��
| Player | Chips | Progress |
|---|---|---|
|
118,000
-13,000
|
-13,000 |
|
76,000
37,000
|
37,000 |