WSOP WRAP UP... And One Boob More...
WSOP: A Bad End Ugh... The World Series of Poker did not end the way I would have liked. It also didn't begin or "middle" the way I would have liked either. It was a bit like I'd imagine it would be encountering a three-boobed woman from Total Recall. At first I'd be like "Hmmm... two are nice... three must be better" so there was all that awesome anticipation of the WSOP and the National Championship. Then I'd get there and start to think besides the convenience of one being in the middle what's all the fuss about--it's the world's softest poker tournament series and there are still bad beats. Then, you'd recognize, it's just one more boob, and besides the extra curve boobs are really for babies. The World Series is in itself a trap. Hundreds of good players run bad there every year. Some bad ones run good. Then finally, I'd be looking at the three boobs, thinking it's actually kind of gross... get me out of...