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Driving home from a happy hour/meeting, I just thought of another WSOP Main Event moment.

Leaving Cincinnati for Las Vegas, bright and early on a Thursday morning.

There was a young 16 year old African-American girl sitting in the window seat, an elderly blue-haired white grandma (reading a bodice-ripping-on-the-cover romance novel, gross!) in the middle and me in the aisle.

After we took off and the airplane made a sharp bank, bouncing around, the young girl was suddenly very frightened, confessing it was her first time flying. The elderly grandma and I tried to console her, telling her this was normal and we were heading up to cruising altitude and all would be well.

The young girl simply refused to open her eyes at this point. I felt really bad for her.

Thirty seconds later, I noticed the young girl and grandma holding hands tightly, which I thought was beyond sweet.

Sometimes in my travels across the interwebs, I come across a photo or two that make me say WTF.

This is one of those times.

I'm too late to write up the WSOP post and was whining to a friend about even trying to do so. That's why I never do Trip Reports (Aruba notwithstanding) -- I just can't do it justice.

But my friend pushed and said, "Just condense it down to a few minutes of what it was like to play in the WSOP Main Event. One moment."

I impulsively said I couldn't do it, but was immediately struck with my moment.

Here it is.

After I survived Day One, I went to Hertz at the Rio to rent a car and drive up to Mt. Charleston for a day to get away and clear my head before I played on Day Two. They only had one little car available, a Ford Focus.

At the same time, a Swedish WSOP player came up to trade in his 500HP Shelby badass freaking muscle car for the new monster Corvette.

The Hertz manager paused for a moment or two and said, "You know, it's funny how the two of you are handling this tournament on your day off."

Gesturing at me he said, "You, on one hand, are renting a little Focus to head up into the mountains in a zen of poker and getting away kind of thing."

And then pointing at the Swede he stated, "But you are taking out one of the biggest and baddest damn cars to tool around in The Strip."

It was emasculating.

Fucking Swedes.

I am going to write up my rough draft of Day One at the WSOP when I get home tonight. Of course, I have a happy hour to attend right after work, so I'm hoping that won't cause me to forget too much of what happened in Vegas.

Part of me thinks it's too late for a trip report. But what the hell, this is my blog and writing up drivel is worse than no drivel at all. Right?

Wait, don't answer that.

So I mentioned that the little creative ad agency I work at was acquired by BBDO, the largest ad conglomerate in the world. Amazing, amazing stuff.

And with an uber-roster of clients like Mercedes, HBO, Pepsi and AT&T, let's just say it's downright inspiring.

I was watching a reel of their clips and was pretty blown away. But one, in particular, truly stood out.

This ad for Guinness might be one of the greatest beer commercials ever.