The lady behind me (with the "gleam" in her eyes) was mentally counting my winnings. Neal, on the other hand, looks forlornly at the poker chip set that he and Marty donated to the cause, but went home with me. I wanted to shake Gene's hand, but he wanted get the chair off his foot! So I made a move on the camera (in the foreground), but it was pulled back and then the guy blinded me with a flash!

All-in-all, I had a great time (duh!). The river was good, the best flops of the Convention were there, and I plucked a bird, or two.

Thanks Travis,

Jim Follis