The summer so far: I went to play the Scotty Nguyen Poker Challenge in late May, got my weed confiscated by Cherokee security within 20 minutes of checking into the hotel room, broke Jordan Morgan's new Jeep that same night, bubbled the tournament, and eventually bailed on my agreement to drive to Vegas with Jordan for the WSOP.
I was pretty broke when I got to Vegas, but made a final table in event #8, which ensured a small profit for the Series, the rest of which I puttered and whiffed my way through. After busting out of the Main Event, I packed my stuff up and took it back to California, flew back to Vegas for the WPT Bellagio Cup III, and went on to take fourth place for over 225K.
Since then, I've been sitting listlessly on my couch, enervated, trying to crawl my way out of the black-hole of post-WSOP inertia, lack of direction, and writer's block. If and when I do escape the void, this blog might return to its former glory.
