The WSOP makes my schedule a living hell. I try to play as many tournaments as possible but with all the other stuff I have to do, I have to be pretty selective.

I'm trying to do an update on SS/2, getting ready for the seminars with Mike Caro, keeping up with the NBA Finals, taking care of my dogs, keeping dental and doctor appointments, trying to keep the bills caught up, remembering to tweet each day, and trying to get to the cash games! Pretty hectic and would be a lot easier if Louise ever comes home. She must have a boyfriend in Hawaii for her to stay away this long.

I'm pushing Eric Drache to be put in the Poker Hall of Fame. He came in second in the 7 Card Stud this year. I was really pulling for him (besides the fact that he owes me money) so hard, I almost ruptured myself. Eric is one of the reasons poker is honest today in Las Vegas. He was my partner in the cardroom at the old Silver Bird Casino and he wouldn't allow anything questionable in the room. We had a lot of problems I won't go into here but organized crime was still in Vegas and we had threats on our lives if we insisted on keeping our room honest. But we did and it carried over into other poker rooms and we got rid of a very undesirable element in the poker world. Eric also was the tournament director of the early WSOP years. He also invented the satellites for the tournaments and Eric is the most popular guy in poker so let's vote him into the WSOP Poker Hall of Fame.

My date for my colonoscopy gets closer and as I promised last blog, here are six things I'm going to say to the doctor.

1. "If your hand doesn't fit, you must quit."
2. "God, now I know why I'm not gay."
3. "You put your left hand in, you take your left hand out,..."
4. "Hey! now I know how a muppet feels!"
5. "You used to be an executive at Enron, didn't you?"
6.  My favorite- "Could you write a note for my wife saying that my head is not up there?"

-DB