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Greg Raymer might not think so, but there's a lot at stake at today's final table of the WSOP Champions Invitational.

Three-hundred sixty-five horsepower, to be exact.

Along with the Binion Cup, a restored cherry-red 1971 Corvette Stingray will be awarded to the winner of today's gathering of former Main Event champs.

And while it's not a bracelet, it's still a valuable heap of metal.

WSOP staff have quoted the car's value at anywhere from $20,000-$60,000 USD, but a bit of research shows similar cars selling for just over $30k.

Sadly, no poker for me here in Las Vegas right now. Just the six-pack abs of some Thunder from Down Under to caress!

One of the not-very-fun parts of bouncing all over the world is when all the mail drops in your lap for the past three months.

I've spent the last few days dealing with FedEx billing errors, wading through hospital bills, and just trying to make sure my accountant is up to date on all of this.

Of course, that means a lot of time on the phone, listening to some jazzy elevator music while I wait for a human to finally pick up the line.

Hey everyone! Well, I'm back in Las Vegas and off to a running start. Getting in from Philadelphia on a Sunday I went straight to the gym, then an appointment with Terry (my suntan guru), and finally crashed on top of the bed with my clothes and shoes on!

I have grieved for my father the last 12 months, and I've suffered at times. Physically for part of the year, but mainly mentally and emotionally.

The one-year ceremony for the death of my father was conducted yesterday. For the last two weeks, I've worked hard to plan two special ceremonies.

Ninety monks from different temples all came to pray and participate in the ceremony. There aren't any Web sites where you order 90 monks for a ceremony - you have to invite each monk individually.

One of the highlights for me was my experience with a photographer for the ceremony.

Da Nang is about as far away from Las Vegas as you can get on Earth. And it is here that I find myself for the one-year anniversary of my dear father's passing.

I arrived in Saigon on the 29th of July after connecting in London. It had been seven months since I'd been back to my homeland, and I'd forgotten the blaring horns at all hours of the morning, the neon lights, the smells and sounds of energy and excitement.

I have to say that I was almost in a fog that first day, partly from jet lag, partly from culture shock, partly from the stifling heat. Mostly for the task at hand - planning the ceremony for my father.

With the WSOP Main Event final table now set, I have a lot of hopes for my friend David "Chino" Rheem. He's one of the first poker players I met when I started out.

The other night I took a dark and twisted journey, to a place where few dare to tread, a journey so terrifying you wouldn't believe it if I told you, and if I did give you the details, your mind would simply be destroyed by the maddening implications of what would be unleashed.

You or your buddy have just won a WSOP Bracelet! Hooray! Awesome! It's time to celebrate and blow some of that cash you won. The only decision left is how to blow the largest amount of money in the most efficient way possible on some top quality booze! Anybody can go into a night club and order up several bottles of booze for hundreds of dollars a piece but you just won a bracelet it's time to step up your game.

Vegas is like a huge, hungry, monster, 50 feet tall, with a sculpture of the Eiffel tower for its nose, whose eyes are replaced by 3 sevens that periodically whizz round every time you push a bill into its flat, flashing-with-lights, mouth.

A vacation in Vegas can be a ton of fun. If you're anything like most people, you would have probably set aside a few dollars to gamble with before coming. The only problem is what to do when you've lost it all on pai gow on your first night and you have three more days to kill. You don't have to be rich to enjoy Las Vegas. There are plenty of things to do that won't cost you an arm and a leg.

One of my favorite bands always blasted in my ears during some heated heads-up matches is Thousand Foot Krutch.

So, you wanna move to Vegas, but your poker skills aren't quite there yet. You're going to need a job. It's no secret that Las Vegas' only business is printing money, and there is plenty of it to go around. The only problem is: what are you going to do when you get here?

I'd planned on arriving to compete in the World Series of Poker when the events began. But instead I'm here in my home state of Delaware preparing for possible jury duty.

For this article, I wanted to explore some of the culinary delights awaiting anyone lucky enough to be visiting Vegas. There are a plethora of new experiences lying in wait to tempt the tastebuds of the intrepid traveler, and the massive and varied volume of choice available definitely merits a bit of exploration and exposition. First though, a little expansion on my own culinary background.

Unlike many of my esteemed Pokerlistings.com colleagues, this is my first sojourn into the unique, glitzy whirlpool of craziness that is Las Vegas. I must admit it can't help but create a lasting impression.

Many of my closest friends are not going to like this. I've wagered on the Republican Party to win the 2008 presidential election.

Another view of a nobody geek finding his place among the elite through an elaborate series of outrageous events - this time orchestrated by Verbal Kint.

Yesterday was the last day I allowed myself to grieve over some personal issues going on in my life. This past month has been quite difficult and life-changing.

Hey everyone! I hope things are looking a little brighter with spring upon us. I'd like to first say congratulations to my boyfriend Heath Herring for winning his fight last Saturday!

Spring is in the air and we all should be just about ready to shake off that winter gloom.

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