I’m having WSOP déjà vu. I think I may be on the same flight I took out of Las Vegas in 2006. The sun has just dipped behind the mountains and the strip is beginning to twinkle with Neon. Normally when I leave Las Vegas, I look out the window for the Bellagio fountains but when I leave the WSOP my eyes are drawn to the Rio. My thoughts linger on the little things like…





