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Made it to Day Four and a 30k cash. I still feel like a big fat loser.

And while I'm very bummed that I was knocked out early today, I can't help but be thankful for the run that I had and the friends here to share it with.

A huge thanks to everyone who reached out with encouragement and positive mojo, especially all the guys here in Vegas who thanklessly took time out of their working days and nights to help a brother out and tried to keep me positive. Seriously, thanks.

I've read a million times about what a brutal marathon the WSOP Main Event is, but I didn't understand just how truly exhausting it is until this week. Every day you wake up, play 12-15 hours of poker, maybe have a beer or two afterwards in an attempt to decompress, and then try and sleep. Rinse and repeat.

After four days of this, I'm wiped out. Each day is its own ultimate poker emotional roller coaster. So now I'm going to have a cold celebratory beer and then sleep. And then get home to my wife and animals and start dreaming about next year.

There's always next year, damnit.

And what the hell, I'm gonna turn comments on for the first time in about four years.