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Damn, I just wrote out some mindless drivel on the impending WSOP Main Event waiting for me. Thank God for the delete key.

I'd be lying if I didn't admit feeling a little nervous about it. But nervous about what, I ask myself. It's freaking poker, a card game, not combat.

But still, I think it's good for me to acknowledge it to myself. A little pre-game locker room jitters is healthy -- a way to keep me on my toes.

I suppose I'd feel better about things if I had done my homework and prepared for this event in advance, instead of winning this seat on a pure whim.

So far, all I've done is re-read Jim McManus's fine book, Positively Fifth Street, for what I (hopefully) perceive as perspective.

I've dipped my toe into Harrington, but again, I don't want to over think things here. A tourney like this is a crap shoot and I want to remain as fluid and flexible as possible.

My real bone of contention is Day One with all the push monkeys and uber aggro players. See, even though I'm not a tourney specialist, I do know how to play survival poker, which is crucial in a massive MTT.

In other words, I know how to fold.

20k in starting chips with two hour levels is something I've never had the pleasure of experiencing.

So what to do on those trouble hands? Preserve chips? Flip the coin?

Embrace risk and build a stack versus surviving? Long ball versus small ball?

Aye, there's the rub.

So instead of boring you with more of this mental masturbation, here's the latest per logistics.

I don't know when I'm flying in. I don't know when my starting day is. I do think my hotel room is covered.

So there it is.