For most of the players in the World Series physically getting there isn't much of a big deal. Even if you're from out of town it's not like finding a taxi in Vegas is hard. You get to the Rio, find out if you're playing in the Amazon Room or elsewhere in the casino, and then find your table. Piece of cake.
But some people don't like to take the easy way out. They don't just want to show up. The want to make an entrance. A grand entrance. A big splash. They don't want people breaking off conversations in mid-thread to follow them across the room, murmured comments barely audible above the hush. No, they want noise. Lots of noise. A ruckus, a hullabaloo.
As if you haven't already guessed, I'm writing about Phil Hellmuth's entrance today to the Main Event of the World Series of Poker. As you may have heard Phil "invaded" the Rio with members of the UB Army. All Phil has to do now is negotiate his way through 6,844 players and capture his second World Championship and his 12th bracelet. I think he'll find more resistance from the opposition than he did during today's assault.
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