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WSOP Vampires and the Man Behind the Hat • No Comments Since the WSOP began, I start each day with a bitch-slap by my cat Sammy, delivered at 3:30am. Alarm clocks have nothing on Sammy. Sammy has extra big paws replete with extra toes, and his swat is like no other. Also, Sammy’s need-to-feed is timed more accurately than the CS2 atomic clock. As I stumble through the dark living room, I click on the laptop. By this time the silent cat alarm has sounded. Blacula is hurling himself again
Monday, June 9, 2008
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