The long road of reaching the champion has almost hit the end.  And I’m home, actually feeling worse than I did when I posted last.  I haven’t figured if this is a cold, allergies, flu, or all combined but it’s been hell.  I would hate to be out and about and expose anyone to it nor would I feel like being anywhere else, hell, I don’t even feel like I want to be in my own skin right now.

But back to the WSOP, Jennifer Newell is there braving the craziness of the crowds and reporting for PokerWorks, that’s a very good thing for the poker world because she does a great job.  I really was hoping to see Dennis Phillips win the event because I like his ‘good ol’ boy’ image.  I am not sure he would be affected by the insanity of world poker acclaim and feel that he had to play higher and, in the end, be afflicted with the ‘I’m a pro’ disease.

PokerStars pretty much had the field covered when it came to the pig’s share of representatives – six out of nine.  Now they are down to a win-win, no matter who trounces the other, PokerStars is there with a new WSOP champion in their stable.  I played my heart out trying to win a piece of the Million Dollar Men but just couldn’t get there.  Fading through 10 and 15K fields doesn’t help either but at least the opportunity was presented and if you don’t accept the dance, you can’t get your feet stepped on you can’t win waiting on the sidelines.

I’m off to feed the cold or starve the fever or…or….or