A snapshot of the build-up to the PokerStars Player’s No-Limit Hold’em Championship in the Bahamas through the eyes of one of the few people playing in the thing. 

Had God’s hand reached out and grabbed the tail end of my journey from Atlanta to Nassau last night, The Hendon Mob (THM) would have gone into liquidation.

The greatest poker players this world has ever seen were sitting on my plane. The people chosen to figure such things out must have known I’m not worthy because I had the only spare seats.

What does that even mean – not worthy?