Jorg Outta Here
After a momentary pause, Peisert checked, leading to Pols betting 1,600. "I'm all in," replied Peisert.
Pols looked at his chips, sighed before announcing, "I can't fold," and threw in the necessary chips with . Peisert shrugged his shoulders and sniggered while tabling a severely dominated .
A turn and river were of no use, and Pols snapped up the pot.