Mea culpa or semper fi (my Latin isn't what it used to be)

I need to apologize to my legion of loyal readers - or anyway the couple of you who stop by on occasion. I've been diverted again. By - surprise! - poker! It's just been vacuuming up the time. The watching it on satellite (I especially like Mike Matusow and Daniel Negreanu), the playing it on-line - lately at Poker Stars, where I've been doing okay - but, God, the time. What's happened to the reading, the writing, the meeting and greeting? Well, they're all gone.

One of two things is going to happen. Either I'm going to get so good and win a satellite to the WSOP - win that and then go completely crazy.

Or, I will bottom out and return to the quiet life.

But first - yes, we need to do this first. We need to beat the one whose handle is Jr. Get him in a tournament and crush him. But he's afraid - cautious to a fault. But I'm holding out hope. People say (at least one does) that people change. Me, I'm not so sure.

Jr. - if you're out there - log-on. See what's what.