Made it to the final 2 against this one guy who had all sorts of good luck during this tournament. We played about 30 minutes heads-up, and we were at a fucking stalemate. I have pocket queens and raise him and he calls. Flop comes out 8, 6, 10. I bet 30,000 (out of about 160,000). He goes all in and I call immediately. He goes "FUCK" and throws down his 8,9. My queens hold up. I just hope he doesn't hit it. He can only get a 7, 8, or 9. Turn card is a 4. Good, good... river card. 7! He hit his straight on the fucking river for the win. That hurt... but he did buy me a beer to make up for the really bad beat I had. That's the furtherest I've ever gotten in that tournament, so it's all good.