Yankee Connection to Crash

Plane involded in the crash, has been reported to be registered to Cory Lidle, NY Yankee relief pitcher. The plane is a four passenger aircraft.

The occupants of the plane are unknown.

Death count is four.

5pm. UPDATE - ESPN confirms that Cory Lidle was indeed alone in the plane invloved in the crash and has died.

This is a tragic event for our city and to the great sport of baseball.

Update! Plane Crash Crash

The fire has been put out as of now. Police have secured the area. Mayor has arrived to the area, but has not spoken yet. No firefighters are reported injured. The port authority is saying a small plane took off at 2:30PM capable of holding four people. The NTSB is sending a team to investigate the incident. This can be, quite simply, an accident. Today is the 11th, not sure that means anything. Probably not.

New reports unoficcially have been told of a mayday call made by the plane related to a fuel problem. This supports the whole accident scenario. One possibility.

Crashed Aircraft

This afternoon on 72nd. Street and York an aircraft crashed into a residential building. I was pulling into my driveway on the way home from the bank when the news was announced. My first reaction was to turn on the television and get as many live news feeds as possible. The FAA gives confirmation that the aircraft in question was indeed a small fixed wing single engine plane. Several eyewitnesses have claimed to have seen a helicopter crash into the building. Within five minutes, on various channels, at least five people have said that the aircraft in question was a helicopter. To me, this sounds strange. Do not worry, FBI says this incident is not terror related. Interestingly enough, fighter planes have been deployed over several major US cities. Interesting, very interesting. About ten to fifteen minutes later, there was a caller who claims to have witnessed the 'plane' in question and was definately a plane. I guess the news agencies must present both sides of the story, or at least what ever version their bosses want to spin. Whatever the aircraft was, small it was, for the structure of the building looks to be intact. The damage at first look seems to be broken windows. Of course there are fires inside. Currently there is one fatality. The area of damage seems contained to a small area. Emergency vehicles were speedily and orderly in place to attend to the incident. I don't know who else has ever driven in that part of Manhattan at this time of day, but from my experience, it is nearly impossible. I feel emergency crews responded, if at all possible too quick. Something in me feels that this might be an elaborate 'fire drill' to test the response our our emergency servies crews. This plane, according to witness accounts somehow avoided other high rises and crashed into the building it did hit. Could this have been an UAV? I think it is defiantely plausible.

Update, second fatality.

Another eyewitness says he saw a plane, but refused to go on camera. Why do the real human eye witnesses see helicopters, and the off camera see planes?

This is jumpy due to me writing as I am digesting incoming reports.



Earlier this week, Monday the 3rd to be exact, along with a few other people I went to the beach. The intentions were to go to Jones Beach, but things didn't exactly work out that way. But before I go in to those details, let me slightly rewind. On second thought, let me get right into the main focus of this little episode. So there we are sun bathing and swimming in the ocean, having a great time. I say to all 'Lets see who can do a handstand.' No one wants to try. I think to myself, 'Why not? The sand is soft. A fall will not hurt.' I am told I should do it myself, since I was the first one to mention the idea. I think about it for a few seconds and decide to go for it. I stretch my arms and crack my neck and look down upon the sand. I bend forward putting my hands into the hot summer sand and kick my legs upwads towards the sky. Amazingly enough I was doing a handstand. I am not saying that I was able to hold the position for very long, but it was done. The attempt was made a few more times, each one better than the previous attempt. Proof you ask for? Not a problem. Enjoy the pic.



On the Map - Update

Check out the sidebar. I have provided an easy way for you, my readers, to view where a few of my images may be found though Schmap!!, the world's first dynamic destination guides.


Lice and Blue bugs

Its raining. Damn, are we there yet? How far is this place. Tell me a story. Still raining, not a good thing. Lice? Thats nuts. Are you serious? Blue bugs too. I'm not ready to digest all this info. Sounds a little scary to me. Just 125 more miles. This is the exit. Twelve minutes per quarter, thats a first. So thats it? Now we go back? I'm getting hungry. I should not eat yet, still have that burger sitting in my gut like a brick. So another three hours in the rain. Great. Must be the wax from the car wash. These wipers suck. This traffic is no joke. The ride was fun. I'm always down for a road trip. Laters.



Awake. Cannot fall asleep. My eyes are telling me to shut down operations for the night. My mind has a different plan all together. I'm being pulled in different directions all at once. There seems to be too much activity going on upstairs these days. Recent absorption of string theory through television and internet is enough to overclock anyone's brain. I begin to question my location in space-time when memories, reality and dreams begin to merge into one. The future happened tomorrow. Were you there with me when I was driving to pick you up? I was flying over the jungles when I decided to descend. My body rests and becomes heavy, so deeply relaxed am I that all I am aware of is my breath. Sinking into the mattress I can feel my self get lighter. Weightlessness kicks in and I am no longer within my self. I am free. Control is lost and faster than light I am back in my body. The initial separation is scary, but I keep trying. I make an attempt knowing I will most probably fail. Years, weeks, seconds do not really matter. Even a lifetime is not a very long time to wait when what you seek makes you happy. The people that come into and out of our lives are there for a reason. So much food to eat. Lets have dinner. RFID tags will not be part of me. Reduced down to a number? Not me. Too late I might be. What a brave new world we live in that has such people in it. Focus. Hold still. The shutter makes its signature noise as it releases. Photons rush into the narrow opening allowing the film to do the magic it does. Check the gate. The gate looks good. Thats a wrap.


Wild Animals

What an interesting thing this Internet is, we can read stories from all over the world, about a wide range of topics. This afternoon I ran across a real winner. The story comes from the Beekse Bergen Safari Park, located in the Nether regions, Amsterdam to be exact. What occurred was that a group of bears chased a monkey up into a wooden structure. Eventually who I assume was the leader of the bear gang climbed up and got a hold of the poor little monkey. Afterwards the body was brought back to the den where the bears had a lovely brunch of monkey meat. I can only imagine the look on people's faces when they witnessed this 'Discovery Channel' moment live in front of their eyes. If there were any little humans present, I am sure that when they eventually grow up, they will have some kind of personality disorders. No matter how shocking this might be, it should not be a total surprise. These are wild animals who tend to do wild things. When you consider how wild bears can be and add to the fact that monkeys share the same section of the park, it is really only a matter of time before this would happen. Here is an AP photo taken from CNN.com


Not just today

Just want to wish all mothers and future mothers a very happy Mother's Day. I celebrate it every day, you all deserve it.


On the Map

Any step, big or small, is an important part of one's advancement into future success. One of the various ways to measure one's success is in the professional realm. As a freelancer in the film industry the size of my network is vital as is exposure. In the advancement of my exploration of the photographic world, exposure is key. The more people see and like your work the better. To have one's work published on any medium is also an good indicator that the work is of both interest and quality. I doubt anyone would disagree with the previous statements. In fact I consider them to be the very basic building blocks of professional success. You ask me 'Who Cares? What's the point to all this?' My answers are as follow. You care, for if you did not, the little red X at the top right of your web browser would have long been clicked. You willingly chose to travel to the unknown destinations of my mind. Now that being said, onwards to the second answer. The point to my post today, is to inform you that two of the photographs that I have posted on flickr.com (link on the right hand side) have been selected to be part of a freeware down loadable program called Schmap. Schmap makes dynamic travel guides to a lage amount of different cities and destinations. The photos chosen were one from Camden Yard featuring a state of the Babe, and the other of Orlando's City Walk featuring the NBA City Restaurant. Feel free to go to my Flickr site and view these photos for yourself.


Jedi Mind Tricks

I do not claim to be a Jedi, nor have I even received formal training of any kind by a Jedi Master, but this is uncanny. On my way to work, riding on the F train in the morning, like most times I ride the subway, I nap. In the mornings, in order not to miss my stop I open my eyes at every station to A: see where I am and B: to see who gets on and off. Being aware of one's surroundings is vital in the course of life. On the way home, I knock out as deeply as possible since I get off at the last stop and eventually someone will wake me up if I can't awaken on my own. On my way to work this morning, as I close my eyes after the subways makes a stop I start to drift away. Suddenly in my mind's eye I see three big numbers in red. They are 9 0 3. They just popped into my head so suddenly that I instantly awoke. I knew this was not normal. My first reaction was to look at my watch, although I am not sure exactly why I did so, but I had an urge to look at the time. Amazingly the small hand pointed to the number 9 and the long hand was pointing exactly to the third dot. Yes, it was 9:03 AM. This is a first for me, and I immediately wondered if I had reached an untapped section of my brain and if I could call upon this skill at will. I needed to try and repeat this feat of mental ability. I decided to nap again and upon awakening I would allow a number to enter my mind and see if I could 'see' the time before opening my eyes and verifying the information. A few stops later I wake up from yet another nap and let my mind come up with a number, this time I saw 9 2 4. As opposed to last time this set of numbers did not pop in with such authority, they just appeared. I open my eyes, raise my arm as I slowly pull back the sleeve of my coat to reveal the face of my watch. The time is 9:20 AM. I am off by just four minutes. Not breathtaking by any means, but it is very close and is something I should be aware of in the future. Time and patience will let my abilities develop over time, for it is quite common that I wake up just 2-5 minutes before my alarm clock goes off. Perhaps we all have an internal 'clock' that we just need to allow ourselves to tap into.


Lucy... I'm Home

This actually should have been written a few weeks ago, but better late than never. This all takes place on a rather cold and windy Friday night. My old high school friend's birthday was in a few days so we decided to go out for dinner. It was just the two of us and her other good friend who ended up going out to celebrate. The first stop was 'Son Cubano' a Cuban restaurant located on 14th street in Manhattan. The food and live music there were great, the only con was that the location was just too loud. The kind of loud that you have to just about scream at the person in front of you just to get a few words in. After dinner the night was still young, so we decided to go to the Village and just find a bar to have a few drinks. 'Off the Wagon' was the original destination, but on a late Friday night parking can be quite an obstacle. Eventually a spot opened up for us and we started to head towards our destination. Just a week prior the weather was amazingly warm for this time of year, but tonight the wind was cold, the kind of cold that makes your bones hurt and your teeth chatter. So we did the only logical thing someone in this predicament can do, we went into the first open bar that we came across. It turns out that my friend had to work the next morning, and I was driving, so no one was planning to drink heavily. Just a couple of beers and chips were going to be more than enough along with some catching up type of conversations. Being that I was there with my friends, I paid little notice to who was sitting in the rear of the establishment sitting at tables eating and drinking. For a Friday night, the place was unusually empty, or so I assume, for I had never set foot in 'Senor Swanky's' before this evening. We were sitting by the bar since the place was rather empty and some where between the first and last beer something strange occurred. A group of people who were sitting at a table in the back made their way out. Out of the corner of my eye I saw them leave but could not make out how many there were or even how they looked, except for one. As the group was making its way out one lady stood back and got our attention with a 'Hello, excuse me....' as we instinctively turn towards the woman speaking to us. She appears to be older, slightly overweight, and of ordinary appearance. Then she begins to speak to me and says, to the best of my memory 'I know you must hear this all the time, but has anyone ever told you that you look just like Ricky Ricardo.' I reply, 'Oh really, I've actually have never heard that before.' She says, 'We were all looking at you and we all agree that you look just like him. Well you probably don't know who he is, he's from before your time, but you are a very handsome man.' I smile and reply with a 'Thank you' and she exits. Needless to say I was in shock and caught by surprise with that compliment from a complete stranger. For one thing, I usually don't have complete strangers come up to me and start a conversation, with the exception of when I am at work, and secondly I had never been compared to Ricky Ricardo of all people. I suppose back in the day he was considered handsome, so that is something good to be compared to. Only once in my life I have been called Ricky, but that is a completely different story, that might or might not be told in the future. The question now is: Who will fill the role of Lucy in my life?



Summer is here. How do I know this? Today there was a last minute BBQ in my back yard, and it was a success. Not a single thing was done in advance. A few phone calls where placed of a possible bbq on Saturday somewhere in Queens, but it was not until today that the details were finalized. Place and time were set. Additional phone calls were also made. The turn out was better than expected, roughly fifteen people attended the event, if it can even be called an event. I prefer to use the term 'gathering'. There was plenty of food for all to eat and it was outstanding. No one left hungry and there was still a good amount of uncooked food in the fridge. The next 'gathering' will be more of an event and when it is a little warmer. Once the sun went away, it got cold quickly. Not a single crazy or wild thing happened, but it was a good time amongst friends. In life we need moments to just be around those we consider friends and enjoy the moment.



After working as an intern in the making of a commercial for the Tribeca Film Festival two years ago, and also after having attended my first film in the festival a year ago, it was once again time to get involved in this fifth annual event. My only regret from the previous year is only seeing one film which I nor anyone I went with was very fond of. To be brutally honest, it was quite painful to sit through. This year my goal was to attend a few screenings. Due to scheduled work those few screenings I planned to attend have diminished at this point in time to just two. Today I attended my first film.
"The Hip Hop Project" directed by Matt Ruskin and Scott K. Rosenburg with the one and only Bruce Willis as the executive producer. This film was a complete 180 from the one I saw last year. This was basically a documentary about a young man who through Art Start started the Hip Hop Project. The Hip Hop Project would take at risk inner city youth and through the creation of music attempt to be a positive influence in their lives. The film takes us through both the growth of the project and also through the personal growth an development of the individuals involved. This movie presents a realistic and honest view of life the the hardships and lessons faced by many. Overall the movie was well put together and maintained a healthy pace. At no point did it linger or drag on. It would be nice to say the characters make you feel their emotions, but they are not characters, they are real people. As a viewer we get a feeling of familiarity with those on the screen. What I also liked is the way the members were presented with a challenge to be outside the box and how they went about exiting that box. The Hip Hop Project - see it when you can.


A Day Without Immigrants

Here are a few images taken this afternoon at Union Square in New York City. If you have been living in a cave for the last few week, you might not have known that there would be rallies and demonstrations, and march going on all over the country. People from all over the world were present today. It was amazing to see so many people gathered without incident. Everyone was there as one massive entity. Union Square became so full and overcrowded that the scheduled march donw Broadway was started early in order to clear out the park. Besides being there to witness this historic event, I was also there to document it through the use of my cameras, both digital and film. Now I am looking forward to taking my rolls of film to the lab to see what kind of images will emerge.


Game 1

In all my years of being a baseball fan and more specifically, a New York Mets fan, I have never attended an Opening Day Game. Just a few weeks ago I received that package in the mail. Since the day tickets went on sale for the 2006 season, I had been waiting for my tickets to arrive. Today could not have came any sooner, the day I would for the first time in my life attend Opening Day at Shea. Was it everything I imagined? Yes! Pedro did not throw today, but all my wildest dreams did come true. He still has my vote. Today I did not attend an event. I attended an experience. The atmosphere was full of energy from hopeful fans that this 2006 season, our team would bring it home 20 years since they last took it all way back in 1986. Magic was in the air and everyone present was breathing it. The feeling of being at Shea on this day with 50,000+ fans was intense. Needless to say, the Mets proved victorious in today's contest, but that was only the icing on the cake. Who knows what the rest of the season has in store for us the faithful, but one thing is for certain, if the energy of today carries on, the Mets will be almost an unstoppable force.


Still Alive

After much doubt I have completed my ten day fast. Overall it was a lot easier to do than I thought it might be. After the first few days, I became accustomed to the taste of the lemonade mix. Amazingly, I did not have that feeling of hunger. There was one day that I did feel hunger slightly. The reason was that I was working in a studio that day and did not bring enough lemonade with me. Normally I would drink 6-10 glasses a day. When lunch arrived for the crew... it seemed that the entire floor was smelling just like the food. The smell would not go away, but instead it lingered in the air for quite a while. The constant odors entering my nasal cavities began to awaken those pangs of hunger. Luckily I did not give in to weakness, but remained strong and continued the fast. Many people who really know me, are privy to the fact that I like food and am also a good eater. They were truly shocked that I could refrain from eating for such a long time. A lot of getting through this fast has to do with will power, which I seem to have in abundance. This is absolutely something that I would recommend others to try, but only because it is something I have done. This is by no means meant for everyone. I feel that even if a person does it for just one day, that individual has attained some degree of success. Physically I felt good and did not experience any weakness, in fact I felt that my energy levels were the same as usual. One thing I must admit is that for the first few days, I felt as if I had a cold, a lot of coughing and phlegm was released from my system. After that, everything was normal. Now the question is "Would you do this again?" YES. When, I cannot say but if I do my best to maintain a healthy diet, twice a year would be more than enough.


Many Lemons

Thirty. I have just bought thirty lemons and a few other key ingredients to begin a ten day long cleansing fast. Will I lose some weight? Probably. The weight loss is only a side effect of not eating solid food for ten days, the main function of the fast, as its name implies, is to rid the body of the many toxins and impurities that accumulate over the years. In addition to the lemons, the other needed ingredients are 100% pure maple syrup and cayenne pepper. These materials properly combined in water make up the lemonade mix which is the only thing to be consumed for the duration of the fast. The only real exceptions include a natural herbal laxative tea to loosen things up, and to even further enhance the cleansing, a sea salt flush to remove everything that the tea loosens up. For any of you wanting a more detail description of the 'Master Cleanse' feel free to research it further. Tomorrow will be my first day on the fast. Some people think I am crazy to even attempt it, others doubt that I can even last five days. I myself am not 100% sure how long I will last, but my intentions are to go the full ten days. One thing in my favor is that I have no jobs in the next two weeks, so craft services will not be a temptation to break my fast. The word breakfast meaning to break fast will take on a whole new meaning to me once I return to solid foods. Wish me luck, I will update the blog with more information soon.



Here is a scan of a photograph I have recently taken with my Nikkormat Ft-N, using a 50mm f/2 lens. I am planning to make a 8"x10" print of it. When I first took it, I had no idea it would come out this nice. It was very dark and I just opened all the way and hoped that the light emitting from the candle would suffice to get a proper exposure. You can judge for yourself. This is one of my favorite photographs taken. Enjoy.



I know some of you do know me and other don't. I think the following link will help you understand me better, I you do know me. If you do not know me at all, then perhaps you can learn something new about the writer of this ongoing blog. At the same time it might help me know me better. I knows its complicated, but give the Johari window a try and see what I am talking about.



These past few days have been some of relaxation and time for myself. There have been slight diversions however, but nothing major. Since no one wants to read of what I did whilst I relaxed, so let me instead divulge in my diversions.

Friday - I took a short trip out to Oyster Bay. I wanted to take a few photographs and thought that a beach would be nice. I managed to take a few shots of the 'Lightship Nantucket'. Check out my Flickr site for the image... link is on the right.

Saturday - At night I went over to Hech's place to prep the laptops and printers for a little photo taking job we have to do on Monday. He also lent me several lenses for my camera until I buy my own.

Sunday - A friend came over to chill for a little while and break my boredom. Had a good and relaxing time.



Well this past weekend was a bit more interesting than most unproductive weekends of laziness and oversleeping. Friday I get a call from a friend of mine telling me that there is a chance I might be able to work with him on a job for Saturday and/or Sunday. Later on in the afternoon he calls me back and tell me that Sat. is not going to work out, but there is a chance I will be needed on Sun. In the evening I do get a phone call from the production coordinator and she reiterates the same info in regards to not working Saturday but being on hold for Sunday. I am ok with this news. I now know I can stay up late Friday night and wake up as I please. At one point in the middle of the night I hear the familiar beeps from my cellular phone indicating that the battery is just about to die. I pay little mind to it, roll over and let the dreams continue. Eventually I rise from my slumber and as expected my phone is completely dead, so I plug it in to charge and just go on with my morning routine. After having a small breakfast I return to my phone and to my surprise I have a voice mail from earlier in the morning. It was apparently left while the phone was dead. It was a message telling me that I WAS needed on the job. I immediately get ready and head straight to location. Normally work on commercials, today's job was slightly different, it was a music video. The name of the band was The Strokes and the song in question is 'Heart in a Cage'. If you are curious as to what the song I heard for two days sounds like, feel free to visit their MySpace page. Everything went smooth afterwards. On Sat. I was on a rooftop on 41st Street and Madison with an amazing view of the entire island of Manhattan. The sunset was also spectacular as the orange ball of burning gas sunk below the horizon in the distance. On Sun. the location was in the Wall St. area. I was mainly doing lock-up which if not for the cold temperature was entertaining. I saw all kinds of people pass me by and even engaged in conversation with several passerbys. In that part of the city I ran into mostly tourists who were curious as to what was going on just down the block. Once everything was over the night was finally complete with an excellent dinner at my friend's restaurant. Sabor Tropical.


Angel or Ghost?

So here is the story. I am at work and find myself sitting in the mini van on Wooster Street, just south of Houston. I really have not a single thing to do there besides standing by until something of me is needed. It is not really as bad as it sounds. I might have worked ten hours or more that day, but in reality 70% of the time was spent sitting in my vehicle waiting to drive somewhere. Easy money if you ask me. The temperature that day was fine and the sky was mostly clear. From time to time huge dark clouds would wander across the sky darkening everything. Being that it was late in the afternoon, when the clouds advanced out of site the low angle of the sun was blinding to human eyes. I am enjoying the comings and goings of the clouds, observing how light and shadow do a little dance for me. But at some point something changed. There was a dark cloud passing but it was not solid... there were gaps in the formation. The bright sunlight was shining through the opening. The first thought to come into my mind was that I was seeing a ghost. Perhaps an angel with arms spread ready to embrace me. I knew these were just random formations that occur in nature all the time, in my childhood I remember moments when you try to see faces and animals in the various formations of clouds. I was first in awe and did not react fast enough to pull out my camera and capture the moment perfectly. Just a few seconds before this shot, the 'angel' was right in the middle of the frame and also had a more defined shape. The 'head' and 'arms' were very distinct. Could this have been a sign or an omen. Perhaps. Pure nature working in its normal fashion? Most likely. A wonderful feeling when viewing the moment, without a doubt. So when I am passing you by on a busy street of New York City, do not for a single moment think that I am in a daze or lost, I am simply absorbing life.


I just wanna live.

I realized the other day while on one of my phone conversations that living a few more years would not be a bad thing. One of the topics had to do with knowing who would be at our own wake or funeral if one was to die the following day. It is a somewhat morbid thing to talk about, but it will happen one day. I figure if I die in 80 years from now, my family will be there but all my friends will either be gone already or have Alzheimer's and not remember me. The advantage to be dead now is that you can see which of the people that you consider to be a friend will actually care or notice if you are gone. Eventually I came to my senses and realized I was not thinking right. After all the weeks I put into making weekly football picks, to die tomorrow would not allow for me to see or know who won the Super Bowl. So instead I decided that to live is the better option. Who else would be writing on this blog? My readers need me. What ever readers are still left that is.

It is the new year and also time to start fresh. Out with the old and in with the new. I just want to live and be happy. In regards to health I want to get back into better shape and lose a few pounds. Besides that my only other main concern is getting my career going at full speed. Everything else must come second. It might sound bad, but if you are not me, you are not number one on my list of priorities. I just really want to be focused and limit my distractions. I'm on a mission.



Well I just got finished working on a 'Fresh Direct' commercial. The job shot for two days on three different locations in the lower parts of Manhattan. The days went by well, no major problems. The busy parts of the day are mostly in the morning setting up everything and at wrap time. Sometime Tuesday morning I was asked to go on a run. I needed to pick up about six cans of yellow silly string. Although at the moment it had not occurred to me, New Years was just a week away and many places would be sold out of silly string, confetti and things of that nature. Props are down to the last can of silly string, so I know my time is limited. First stop : Party city. They have about a dozen or so cans, but not of yellow. As a backup, I picked up a few other colors but I knew that yellow was an absolute must have, and a lot of it. Next stop : Ricky's. I should say next three stops, which is the amount of different locations I ended up going to. Luckily they have quite a few locations and all at close proximity from each other. Petty cash was paying for my numerous cab rides, so I had no worries. My only concern was getting the yellow silly string before the last remaining can on set ran out. At the first location I found a single can. I still had hope. The second location proved to be a disappointment, they had none. I struck gold the the third location. I loaded up, jumped on yet another cab and went straight to set to save the day.

So getting back to the title. The one celebrity that I met and is worth mention is Ed Koch. Former mayor of New York City. For an 80+ year old man, he is in great form. He was pleasant and easy going. I was stationed outside of his motor home and only allow certain people access to him. When he was on set filming, I was also by the motor home for security reasons. One thing that stood out was the fact that he was a lot taller in real life than I had imagined. I didn't have my camera on me to take a quick photograph, but at the same time, I did not think it was appropriate. Who knows who I will meet on the next job, but whoever it is, you can expect to read all about it here.


First Weekend

This is the first weekend of the new year. 2006 is now here and in full effect. How am I kicking this year off? Well first I must say that I am currently working on a Bob Giraldi commercial. I'll be updating you on more details as we actually start shooting. On another note, this weekend marks the second big night of spades. This time I am going for the number one spot and taking no prisoners. I still have no idea who I will end up with as a partner, but at this point it does not really matter. I can win with anyone who plays. I know some of the other competitors will be talking a good game, some will have on their 'poker' faces. Me, I'm going in there like the last of the Mohicans, tomahawk in hand ready to scalp the weak. To find out how everything goes, come back tomorrow for all the fun details.