"Number Twelve, Baby!"
Livello 16
: 2,500/5,000, 1,500 ante
During the break, Phil Hellmuth was pacing around in between the tables, alone with his thoughts. Alone, that is, except for the single railbird who was still sweating the break. From the far corner of the tournament area, he yelled:
"You got 'em right where you want 'em, Phil. And when you win that bracelet, all them No-Limit Hold'em haters can stick it up there asses. Number twelve, baby!"
A smirk came across Hellmuth's face as he continued to pace in silence.