I\’m Going To Disneyland

LAS VEGAS – I just received word that I don\’t need to be here for a potential press release (don\’t ask, no hints, more on that later hence the expression…press release). After my brain realized my soul was granted freedom from the media room/The Rio/The WSOP/Las Vegas/Sao Paulo and The Tilted Kilt… my body crashed. In fact, I\’m having difficulty holding my eyes open at this point. It has been 47 fun filled days of poker camp in the media room in what could best be described as…sitting in the back of the bus with my new fun brothers. Yes, it was fun but now, like every end of the WSOP, it\’s \”Time To Say Goodbye.\”

The field has dwindled, the celebrities are gone, the halls are quiet and the only line you\’ll see here is senior citizens at the buffet at 6pm. A handful of pros are still fighting for gold but the rest are new faces looking to be the new champ. There is still a buzz in the Amazon…all-in players standing on chairs with ten ESPN cameras zooming around, clapping, slapping on backs and the occasional waiter calling water, coffee, red bull? Gary Wise and Lacey Jones are still with camera but Mr. Peanut is gone.

Don\’t fret…WSOP Europe will offer three bracelets in London this fall. Hmmm, London or Tunica? Tunica or London? For now, the closest I\’ll be to London is flying over Big Ben on the Peter Pan ride as I\’m off to Disneyland with my children.

As always…I don\’t leave Vegas without getting a bit sappy with this below…