I have no time to write this. On dinner break. five minutes to go. Wolfing down a (lovely) southwestern chicken salad in my one-bedroom Prestige Suite. I have no real poker stories to tell other than (as usual) I’m barely alive at the dinner break. (I’m getting a little tired of that to be honest). Things are getting desperate. We’ll play two more hours tonight if I last that long. Then I have a funny story to tell you that has nothing to do with this tournament. Stay tuned.