Christer Johansson just flopped a royal flush, eliminating Paul Purstinger in the process, who only had a couple of big blinds to his name. When Christer turned over his to reveal the ultimate nuts the rest of the table just stared blankly like he'd turned over a pair of sevens.
Come on guys, it's a royal flush; there should have been a round of drinks at the table and balloons and some sort of hoopla.
Oh, well, I guess the sixth hour of Day 1B is starting to get to everyone.