"Can't Make That Sh*t Up, Bro"

Level 9
: 500/1,000, 1,000 ante

With a full board of out there, Henri Schalin checked from the blinds to Chino Rheem in middle position. The latter fired 11,900, only to be countered with a small check-raise from Schalin to 25,000.
Rheem picked up his high enough for several neighbors to see the hand already.
"Ace-jack? Ace-jack no good man. A flush is good, you win with a flush," Rheem perfectly asssesed the situation.
He unhappily flicked in the extra chips a short while later and got shown the bad news by Schalin, who opened up for a hidden bottom-pair-turned-backdoor-flush.
Rheem glanced over at the adjacent table, where Noah Boeken was sitting.
"Flop top set, lose against bottom pair. Can't make that sh*t up, bro," he said to his friend.
Player | Chips | Progress |
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132,000
58,700
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58,700 |
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66,000
-39,000
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-39,000 |
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