Michael Lipman checked on a flop of . Stephen Chidwick fired out 45,000, Shannon Shorr folded, and Lipman check-raised to 125,000. Chidwick tanked for a bit before re-raising all in for around 300,000, and Lipman paused for a moment or two before calling with the stone nuts; .
Chidwick showed .
"Un poquito," Lipman requested from the dealer. "Un poquito."
The on the turn was a low card, keeping Lipman ahead, and he continued his "un poquito" chant. The dealer rapped the table in preparation to deliver the final card, then spiked the onto the felt.
No one said a word.
It took Lipman a second to realize what had happened, and when he did he went to shake Chidwick's hand. He then returned to his seat, packed his backpack, and finally muttered, "That was sick."
Tablemate Marvin Rettenmaier politely agreed, and Lipman hit the rail.