Hola Desde Costa Rica!

A new month, a new city. I'm writing this post from the cozy confines of media row at the LAPT San Jose, where we're currently on a dinner break. Otis would be sitting right next to me if he weren't outside having a post-dinner cigarette.

It was a bit hellacious getting here. Upon arriving to McCarran Saturday morning, I was informed that not only was my flight to Houston delayed, but it was delayed to the point that I would miss my connection to Costa Rica. It was, of course, the last flight to Costa Rica of the day. My options were: (1) try again Sunday morning, or (2) take a 10pm flight to Newark, where I could catch an 8am flight to Costa Rica Sunday morning. Ugh. Word to the wise: 5am at Newark Airport is a lonely, wretched place. Especially when you have three hours to kill.

In the end, I made it to the hotel in San Jose in time to see the second half of the Jets-Bills game (J! E! T! S!). Covering the tournament has been a great experience so far -- feel free to follow along at the PokerStars Blog. I think that Otis and I are turning out some fun pieces.