As January draws to a close my first year as a ìprofessionalî poker player is officially coming to the end.
A year ago I was flying over the scorched sierra desert feeling guiltily about the weekís worth of classes I was missing; when suddenly out of the barren sand appeared the Las Vegas skyline. A friend picked me up at the airport and drove me down the Las Vegas strip while my mouth was gaping open in awe. The glitz, the glamour, the surrealism of the whole town simply blew me away. I knew I was at home. And as I became engulfed in the town and the lifestyle the weeks worth of classes I was missing would soon turn into a years worthÖ