My brother posted Day 4 write up of his trip to Las Vegas to his blog, Poker in the Weeds. Here's a bit:
I was getting bad beat after bad beat all day long. Even some Brett hull look-a-like beat me like a dog. What made losing to this guy more painful was that he was too lazy or just too cool to stack his chips. He just left them in a pile in front of him. "Why did I even get up in the morning?" was my thought. I was beginning to doubt my play and my mental game was starting to suffer.As always, another fine blog from my brother. Check it out.
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