The action folded to David "Doc" Sands who raised to 92,000 from the small blind. Benjamin Logan called in the big, and the flop fell . Sands sat in the tank for the better part of a minute, then slowly assembled 94,000 chips, plopping them forward. Logan thought for a bit, then announced, "Call."
The turn was the , and Sands sat silently. He eventually reached for a tower of orange T5,000 chips, tossed two yellow T1,000 on top, and slid them forward. The bet totaled 177,000. Logan readjusted himself in his seat, and began assembling chips. He re-sweat his cards and asked Sands for a count. Sands said nothing, he just lifted his arm, allowing Logan to see his entire stack. Logan sweat his cards one more time, then announced, "Call."
The river was the , and Sands tanked before double-fisting 577,000 into the middle. Logan shot up out of his chair. "Three hands beat me," he uttered, turning his chair around.
Logan sat back down with one knee on his chair, stood back up and looked at his cards again. He turned his chair around again, and sat down.
"Maybe four hands," he thought aloud.
Logan took his glasses off and looked like he was in physical pain. He leaned across the dealer, stared at Sands, then counted his stack. Finally, he said, "Call."
Sands quickly rolled over .
"Nice hand," Logan told him, mucking his cards.
With the win, Sands' stack ballooned to 2.95 million chips, while Logan slipped to just 495,000.