Although it seems as though I've thoroughly abandoned this little spot in the interweb, it's not exactly the case. Let's just say this little spot has become the little get away spot we all wish we had more time to escape to. The weekend or vacation cabin, if you will.
It's only been six short and fast-changing years since poker became the new black. Most of us have gone the way of Twitter or abandoned the grand experiment altogether. Or, like me, begun new blogging adventures elsewhere. And, like me, have found even those efforts wanting.
I'm extremely nostalgic for "the good ol' days." Those days that had me giddy over a shout out from Iggy, or in anxious anticipation of the next post from Up For Poker, or playing a Saturday morning MTT with Pauly. And remember those pile-ons at the $25 NL tables on Party Poker?
Deep sigh.
The one constant has been the annual winter gathering. The return to the neon and glittering poker Capistrano of Vegas. I expect the requisite amount of excitement prior to and the inevitable disappoint afterwards that there wasn't more time... It's a cycle that is well established.
No, I'm not dead yet. Actually feeling pretty darn good. Will I be seeing you in a few short weeks? I certainly hope so. I have drinks to be drunk and Pai-Gow to be played with you. Please don't disappoint.