Thomas Dunwoodie raises preflop only for Wayne Blodwell (I heard someone say he was a donkey during one of the breaks, but that is only hearsay and we shall thus ignore it entirely) to move in. Dunwoodie dwells for what seems like absolutely forever, Blodwell staring down at the felt in a resolutely blank manner. I mean, he dwells FOREVER. And EVER.
No, not forever - eventually he folds his
face up. Which is very exciting. "I don't want to call for a 50/50," he says. Blodwell does not show AK, or any other hand for that matter.