Phil Ivey only has something like T38,000, but he's doing it with style. Sitting in the ten seat, Ivey was away for almost two hours of play, choosing to attend to other things rather than play for the small stakes early on.
Now, Ivey's on a run. Still having not bothered to take off his coat, he's sitting forward for the first time all tournament, staring the opposition down in style. He's playing almost every cheap pot, and when he wins them, he refuses to pile the T25 et T100 chips. They're sitting in front of him en masse, almost in the dealer's way, and he obviously doesn't care. Total balla'.
I don't know how far Ivey's going to go here. He doesn't seem to care all the much himself, but this is his home town; the place where it all began. If he manages to survive the day despite his indifference, the field better get real afraid real fast.