We found Phil Hellmuth with 4,000 in front of him in a large pot, the flop reading . His opponent thought for awhile before raising to 11,000.
Hellmuth pulled out his headphones, exaggerated a shrug, then put them back in. He leaned back and forward in his seat several times and rechecked his cards before mucking them.
"They're throwing their money at me, Shannon," he told the dealer. "It's only a matter of time. Just don't put a bad beat on me. Every single tournament I enter..."
"You were never ahead," Hellmuth's opponent said confidently.