When we reached the table, the board was already completed . Layne Flack checked, and Jason Mercier moved all in for 117,000, which was about a pot-sized bet. Flack went into the tank, cutting out enough chips to call, and riffling them with his hand. He then took the entire stack and held it in the air, pump-faking it back and forth.
"I can't beat ace-high," he announced. "That's what's so f***ing sick about this."
Flack tanked for a little longer, then folded face up. Mercier silently mucked his cards, and raked in the pot.