"They will not let me win a pot!" Phil Hellmuth blurted out after he brought in and James Obst raised. "Gentlemen, gentlemen, they will not let me win a pot!"
"I guess it'll have to be a big one," he added, before taking time to pause. "I love this game, boys."
Just as Hellmuth said that, one of the servers game by and asked Hellmuth if he was done eating. It looked like he had a half-eaten burrito on the tray behind him, and Hellmuth quickly turned around to make sure it wasn't taken. "No, no, no," he said. "I'll tell you when," he added with a smile.
Hellmuth then returned to play the next hand, on which he had the showing. "This one I should win," he commented.
Hellmuth: / — fold
On third street, Obst completed the bet, and Hellmuth raised, which is when he commented that he should win this hand. Action folded back to Obst, and he called.
"He doesn't want to fold the dead nines," Hellmuth said. "He wants to gamble."
Obst led with a bet on fourth street, Hellmuth called, and then Obst led again on fifth. Hellmuth began to tank, then folded.
"Nice hand," he said to Obst. "I'm easy right now, kid."