Listen, for the most part I promise to keep this blog more or less about poker as much as possible, but I’ve just got to say this one thing and then I’ll let you go, I promise.

My attitude coming here was to just have fun, play well, and be happy with the result come what may. That’s all changed now.

I flew here in Business Class (on points) y’see. Now I pretty much HAVE TO WIN. I’m not going back to Economy Class. I’m just not.

You recline. Not just a little, you recline until you’re supine. I get a fake leather carrying case with a toothbrush and a little mini-toothpaste, mouthwash, little slippers that I will keep forever, a Zsa Zsa Gabor blindfold you put over your eyes, lip care balm, and a bottle of energizing foot spray. Energizing fucking footspray for Chrissakes! Add in a lovely chicken salad, a small glass of Merlot, and a generous smattering of ass-kissing (“Can I get you a newspaper there Mr. Caplan?” “No, thanks, I’m OK” “Can I get you a juice or a cold beverage, Mr. Caplan?” “No, really I’m fine” ” Can I wipe that for you Mr. Caplan?” “Get outta the bathroom, man”), and you have the perfect flight.

Let me sum up how good business class is. I’m not sure what the movie was called but I came away thinking that Dwayne “The Rock”is a helluva thespian.

I have to win now. I just have to.

I’ll write again from sunny Copenhagen.