When I won my WSOP bracelet in 2005, it was like a light had been switched on in the closet. I was playing really well, but had accessed a zone – some weird pocket of energy where I could read people really well. I just knew what they had. I could raise and they’d fold. This past year, it’s been a real struggle to get back to that zone. It’s somewhere in my body, but is proving difficult to access. It’s like when you stumble across a big house with a secret passage and you forget where it is. Where is that fucking secret passage?