Lee Davy brings you a round up of all the weekly poker news including his despair at Daniel Negreanu failing to make the final table of the World Series of Poker Main Event, Sean Winter winning the latest incarnation of the Bellagio Cup and much more.

Do you remember the time that Dexter’s sister told him that she was in love with him? You remember the scene right? It was the time a great fucking show turned into a terrible fucking show. I mean you watched it. You had to watch it; like constipation. It hurts, but you have to get to the end. Well that’s how I feel about the World Series of Poker (WSOP) Main Event now that Daniel Negreanu is out.

Fucking scriptwriters.

If it hurts for me, then imagine how much it must hurt for him. I mean it’s not about the money. What difference does another $7.6m make? No, for Negreanu it was all about the glory, his legacy. One minute he is walking down the corridor of poker immortality, candles blowing as he walks by, stained glass windows showing stars of a bygone era, and then nothing. The queen jumps in front of him and says I need that, before ripping his heart out of his chest. One minute it was filled with poetry, and the next it was gone.