I'll probably write a detailed report sometime soon, but here's is the short version of my World Series of Poker Main Event 2008(TM):

During the first 5 hours 59 minutes and 30 seconds, I grind my way up to 35K.

Then, with 30 seconds to go before the dinner break (my first of the entire series) and with Annette waiting on the rail, there is a flop bet in a hand I am not involved in.

The seconds are ticking down and I have already got my bag on my back ready to try and beat the crowd out of the exits just before the round ends... but the bettors opponent makes a quick fold so with 20 seconds left we will see one more hand before the break.

In MP I get KTcc, can see half the table behind me standing up ready to fold etc so I open it to 800.

Old German man min-reraises on the button with about 30K total.

Alright whatever I will try and flop the nuts, no top pair shenanigans or anything.

Flop obviously comes Qc Jc 6.

I check, he bets 5000 into 4000!

I might have considered just calling because I really wasn't looking to gamble, but I don't see how I can coldcall that bet because it's so big and also basically means he can't have QQ/JJ imo so I decide to rep a non draw and raise to 13K (my range there basically being KTcc ATcc QJ QQ JJ and 66), he thinks a while and shoves his inevitable Aces - and I blank out of course.

Ffs, once again another race I wasn't trying to get myself in, for a huge stack at that point, and yet again I lose.

So I make my first dinner break but have to sit through it completely depressed about the fact that I just got crippled in the main event.

I come back to 6800. Cowboy notices I lost most of my chips while they were on break. "What happened, did you pick up pocket sevens or something?" he says. Wtf? Nice image I guess.

Then two hands later I get Kings! Open to 900, Cowboy makes it 3000!!! I ship it in and he starts tanking.

Huh? it's 3K with 3K dude, any two cards must call...

He thinks, and thinks, and thinks some more. Then decides ok fine, call. After all that time, he rolls... the other Kings!!

Wtf man, kill me pls. Seriously just kill me. Put me out of my misery. Please.

Couple hands later I tilt shove it in vs another shorty and lose, and am left with one embarassing 25 chip.

ESPN notices and decides to film me sitting there with one ****ing green chip allin on my ante the next hand.

So after six weeks of putting forward everything I have, and sacrificing god knows how much opportunity cost in cashgames, this is the fitting footnote I get to wsop 2008 - me sitting there, humiliated, with one 25 chip, being filmed.

**** me