A Hellmuthian Barrage
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Under the gun, Phil Hellmuth opened to 700, and the table folded around to the blinds. Ted Lawson considered for about a minute before folding from the small blind, but Praz Bansi flicked in the call from the big. We can neither confirm nor deny that he looked at his cards first.
The flop came out 
, and Bansi checked. Hellmuth counted out a bet, then quickly checked with a sneaky look on his face. That led them to the 
turn, and Bansi took the lead with a bet of 1,100. Hellmuth called instantly, and the 
filled out the board. Bansi fired again, 3,000 this time, and Hellmuth called quickly once again. It was not a good call.
Bansi tabled 
for the flush, and Hellmuth sat still for about 10 seconds. Then, he suddenly shot himself out of his chair and paced behind the table for another 20-30 seconds looking absolutely disgusted. He sat back down, still not saying a word, and uncapped his cards, motioning for the dealer to take them. The dealer obliged, and Hellmuth sat mouse-quiet for another 30 seconds or so. Then came the eruption.
"Come on, what the f***?!? This guy f***ing cracks overpairs like it's nothing." The tirade continued for about another minute, though it became hushed enough that we could only make out bits and pieces. "Running f***ing diamonds. Unreal." Then a moment later, "F***ing four of diamonds. Congratulations!"
After another minute, one final, "Come onnnn!" ended the barrage. A steaming Hellmuth popped his earphones back in and stared down with disdain at his stack of 4,100 remaining chips.
Bansi said not a word.