Hellmuth Explodes, Leaves. Rinse, Repeat
We had just walked away from counting down Phil Hellmuth at about 31,000, and we heard him take a phone call from his wife, who we think must be named Honey. We were trying not to eavesdrop on the conversation as Hellmuth stepped over near us, but we did hear the words "seven hours of sleep", "just won a pot", "this table", and "frustrating" in little tidbits. We walked away.
Just a few seconds later, we heard Hellmuth's familiar, "GOD!" followed by a quick, "Are you f***ing kidding me?!" so we snapped back around to see what was what. We saw all of the Brat's chips in the middle, and he had 
laid out in front of him. His opponent was in the eight seat, and he was showing 
. The board in the middle of the table? A fun 
. The money apparently got in on the flop with the ace-nine being a huge underdog. Hellmuth was fuming, and it was only now that we noticed he was still on the phone with his wife.
Standing up from the table, he spoke to her instead. "The guy just put in 50k with ace-nine. I got him to put in 50k with top pair." It would be another two minutes or so before Hellmuth finally left the table. Before he did, he lifted the phone away from his ear and glared across the table. "How f***ing bad are you?" he asked rhetorically.
The gentleman in the eight seat was relishing the moment with a wide grin on his face. He knelt with one knee on his chair, them pumped his fists above his head. In broken English, he matched Hellmuth's volume with a loud, "I got Pill Hellmoot!"
With a delightful air of condescending, Hellmuth reached across the table to shake his opponent's hand. "Very nice play, sir. Very nice play." And with that, he was gone.