Jiggity Jig

After four grueling weeks on the road, I arrived at McCarran Airport's understated Terminal 2 at about 11:30pm Monday night. Theoretically Terminal 2 is the terminal that makes McCarran an "international" airport (since when is Hawaii an international destination?), but it's clearly the second son of the airport -- horribly signed, dimly lit and seemingly half-abandoned. I was reminded of the airport in the Stephen King novella "The Langoliers". Given that I was flying from the future into the past, it probably wasn't far off. Thankfully CK picked me up before the langoliers could get me.

I have a few weeks to rest and recover and for the first time I really need it. I've got some pretty bad jet lag.

The Asian Poker Tour Philippines Main Event final table was the shortest final table I've ever covered -- an expeditious 2:45. Compare that to my last final table in Manila, the Asia Pacific Poker Tour Phillipines Main Event final table in November, which went for 15 hours. For those gigs, I'm not paid by the hour. I therefore choose option A, where every all-in and call results in a bust-out no matter who tables the better hand. There's no justice in poker, which suits me fine as long as it results in an elimination.

What's next? Good question. There are at least three different gigs over the next six weeks that I may potentially be covering. We'll see if any of them materialize. For now, I need a nap.