Super-Tank-Call from Pipitone
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Level 12
: 600/1,200, 200 ante
When we arrived at the table, the dealer was pulling in 15,000-chip bets from both Jonathan Bakhshian and Carl Pipitone. The board was 
, and the dealer rapped the table, then spiked the 
onto the felt.
Pipitone checked, and Bakshian moved all in for effectively 25,900. Pipitone went deep into the tank, and two minutes later he stood up.
"So sick," he blurted.
Another minute passed, and then a player called the clock.
"I hate to do it," he said. "But it's been three minutes."
The floor was called, and gave Pipitone one more minute to act. With just five seconds left in his time bank, Pipitone called.
"Good call," Bakhshian sighed.
Pipitone tabled 
for kings and tens, and was relieved that he wasn't counterfeited.
| Player | Chips | Progress |
|---|---|---|
|
|
105,000
-44,300
|
-44,300 |
|
90,000
90,000
|
90,000 |