So it appears we're officially reaching that time where I can start openly hating on all of you lucky poker blogger bastards going to Vegas in December, as the frequency of posts about such trips increase. We managed to duck visiting the lovely state of Tennessee last year for Christmas, but only by mortgaging the future and promising to visit this year. Granted, I was barely present in June when I actually did make the trip, but that's beside the point. Don't try to be dulling my blind, jealous rage, Captain Bringdown.
I would point out that a certain player featured in last night's WSOP coverage who goes on to win a cool $400,000 is a pretty shockingly bad player but shooting fish in a barrel really isn't that much fun.
Fantasy football team is cruising at 7-1, which would be 8-0 if Michael Vick hasn't thrown 182 interceptions the one time I started him.
I cannot express my level of boredom at this exact moment in time.