I just had a local witch doctor stop by my laptop and perform some sort of obscure ritual native to the jungles of central Africa. It included a goat, a rooster, some sort of strange liquid and a chant that was equal parts spooky and totally unlike anything I have ever heard.

Why. Because for the last week my poker skills went down the toilet in the same manner as my marijuana when the cops banged on our hotel room door during senior prom 20 years ago.

After killing the rooster and goat, much to my wife's chagrin the shaman had me drink the liquid he brought and boy was it nasty. But besides tasting horrible it has taken me to a new level of mental consciousness. SO people of Poker Owned beware!!! There is a new sheriff in town and he is trippin'.

I predict nothing less than a top-2 finish at 3pm. Or I just might be so messed up on jungle juice I am .................................