So the last 24 hours have been interesting; first Farrah Fawcett - the bomb shell, then Michael Jackson - king of pop, and then Jeffrey Lisandro - the king of this years World Series.
Farrah Fawcett's story is sad, reality usually is. She was loved by both men and women. Men wanted to date her, make passionate love to her. Women wanted to be her, they wanted that long blond hair.
Michael Jackson's story is sad also, but in a totally different way. There are probably a lot of young boys thankful of yesterday's news. There will never be another Michael Jackson for my generation. My mom had Elvis and I can still remember the day he passed and she cried like a baby in front of the TV for days. I did not do the same thing yesterday though. I did watch the news because I was shocked. At 50 it's sad. My uncle's partner died two years ago from cardiac arrest, dead at a very young age.
Jeffrey Lisandro's story is happy, exciting and history is still being made. When the WSOP started Jeffrey wasn't even in the running for Player of the Year in points. Today he is in first place 355 point which is 80 ahead of Ville Wahlbeck.
So far this series he has cashed in 6 events and has won 3 bracelets and over $800,000 in prize money and there is still plenty of play in the WSOP this year. Can he win the Main Event?
From the blogs and twitter updates, it appears Jeffrey is just getting sick cards, and running incredibly well.
Until next time, PEACE!
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