Spending time at the table 32, where Christopher Turnbull is playing, is pure entertainment. He is a charismatic character, with a Manchester accent, whose non-stop commentary keeps everyone at the table laughing, and simultaneously on edge.
I must have spent ten minutes just listening to him banter with the other players, commenting on their every move, before I began writing up a hand. At one point, the dealer turned to me. “Are you enjoying this as much as I am?”
Absolutely, I nodded my head. “This is television worthy!”
The fact that Christopher, the big stack at the table, encouraged me to peek at his hole cards added to my enjoyment, allowing me a feel for what he was up to.
When he drew a 
, he raised to 25,000, from an early position. The player immediately to his left, David Dusome called.
When the flop came down 
, Christopher bet 20,000. David called.
The dealer revealed the turn, a 
. Both players tapped the felt.
But when the 
was revealed on the river, Christopher hit his straight, and spashed 60,000 chips into the pot. As David counted out his chips, he challenged Christopher. “I should raise you.”
“If you raise me you have the flush. You have it don’t you?”
Sure enough, David was holding 
.
“I should have raised you.” David shook his head.
Christopher smiled, “I would have folded.”
