Proud papa

I received a call yesterday from my friend Brian, who will probably be spending a lot of time in Vegas with me during my WSOP trek. He might even ride cross country with me.

Brian was in Vegas this week for a convention or expo of some sort for the sports television industry, or something to that effect. (As you can see I know full well of what I speak.) You see, Brian travels around the South, operating the graphics for sports telecasts from the comfort of the TV truck. It's not a bad living. He jumped at the chance to go to this little affair, especially since it was taking place in Las Vegas.

He called not to bore with me details of the new advanced graphics machines, but to share, with glee in his voice, two final table finishes in smallish tournaments at The Horsehoe and Golden Nugget, and like a proud papa I listened intently to the accounts. You might say I helped Brian get into poker by sharing my love of the game with him, so it was with joy I heard of his tales.

Brian and some friends also hopped over to the Bellagio, where the WPT Championship was in full swing, with the first day nearly completed when he called. He told of Lederer and Negreanu and Men "The Master" sightings. Doyle Brunson whizzed through the casino in one of those scooters for the elderly and the handicapped, undoubtedly drawing the attention of all he passed. Hearing the stories, I'd have to say I'm getting Vegas Fever!