I already miss the company of my wife, the laughter of my children, the comfort of home. I watch myself step back into my old routine, but my mind is two thousand miles away. Cab from the airport, unpack luggage, Uber to Rio, register for the $600 Deepstack, swipe my card at the kiosk, print out tickets, find my table in the Pavilion.
Do you remember all these hands or are you keeping notes?