That's Gotta Hurt
Snickers Bar in the Poker Kitchen; $2, Taxi to the Rio: $11; Being eliminated from the Main Event in the last level of the day with aces versus ace-king: priceless.
It's not often I wince at the felt and feel the pain of a victim of variance, but with just 20 minutes remaining, one pour soul found himself heading towards the rail with a tear in his eye and a limp in his step.
All in with , he had his opponent by the short and curlies with , but after a cruel board it was the bullets that would halt in mid air. The World Series: where dreams are shattered and hopes are crushed.