OK how’s this for a bold statement? I’m not in last place!

So I’ve made it to day two. Big whoop. (My God, I haven’t said “Big Whoop” since I was a camper in Cabin 27 at Camp Wahanowin, playing tetherball with Ira Berg). The original field of 441 has basically been cut in half. We played over 12 hours to get rid of 220 people. The average is probably a little over 60,000. I’ve got 23,500 chips with the blinds about to go to 500/1000. It’s dire.

But I’m not gonna say it. I’m not! You can’t make me say it. I refuse. You can waterboard me, but I will not cave. You will not break me, you can’t make me talk.

All right, fine. I’ll say it.

“Chip ‘n’ a chair”

There. You happy now?

I’m going to bed. It took them like a half an hour to organize the bagging of our chips for overnight storage, a process that should take about three minutes. Very disorganized, these people. Oh, and there was almost a fistfight at the table next to me. We play tomorrow at noon. I may be out by noon oh one. We’ll see.

Poor Michael went out about midnight. He was doing really well but ran into some rough hands. It happens. Believe me, it happens.