It’s Day 4 at the Triton Poker Series in Montenegro, and Lee Davy gives you a glimpse from the inside including Phil Ivey’s secret, feeling small next to a Finn, and the emotional charge of an interview.  

The woman who cleans the windows is gone. Perhaps, it’s her day off? Maybe she earned a promotion. Or they fired her. The windows don’t look the same. They make me look old. The rim beneath my eyes, dark, pronounced flies back at me like a zoom shot. Bring her back. Take away the chubby sparrow pecking at the leftover walnuts, and the stray cat that loves the Jungleman, and bring back the window cleaner with the red blood lipstick.

I might not know her fate, but I did discover Phil Ivey’s secret, yesterday. People often wonder how he continues to be so elusive, but I know his game. As the dealers sat impatiently waiting for the superstars of world poker to shake a lamb’s tail, a giant bat flew around the poker room.

Now, I’m no expert on how the world works, but how does a creature that can catch an insect in full flight not figure out where the front door is? And, this is how I discovered his secret. The bat wasn’t trying to escape; it was scoping the joint out.