Last year’s pied piper didn’t enter the league with the aggressiveness one would expect from a newbie. Instead, Doyle just sat there. As the dealer chip circled around the table, Doyle’s stack would shrink at a steady rate. The hands he did play were as if he forgot what cards he was holding. Often someone would have to remind him that it was his turn to act as if he was lost in deep thought, pondering the bigger philosophic questions the universe has yet to answer. Here are five things Doyle is thinking about when he gets blinded out: