The pint glass is labeled Guinness, but it ain't Guinness in the glass. Still, it tastes good. My only worry is that I had a confirmed Iggy sighting in the U.K. last night (word is he made the money in some Irish tournament), and if he walks in and sees this, I could be in trouble.
Nonetheless, as I sit here in The Vic, a good beer is a necessity. The day is already 12 hours long and promises to be at least four hours longer before the stop of play. Greg Raymer is cleaning house. Ram Vaswani is living up to his nickname. Isabelle, Mean Gene, doesn't play until tomorrow (I won't mention again how she greeted me last night).
So, why do I slip in from the darkness of this casino and into the bright light that is UFP?
Well, in case you hadn't noticed the blinking banners all over this page, the first-ever Blogger Championship is now a reality on PokerStars. If you have a two-month old blog and don't sign up, you're just silly. First prize is a free trip worth $12K to the WPT event in the Bahamas in January (read: a return to the place where I may or may not have fallen off a fake rock and nearly died).
It's been hard as hell to keep my mouth shut about this thing for the past couple months. I'm happy the cat is now out of the bag.
So, make it happen, cap'n.
Who says bloggin' ain't paying off?