Listen, Harrington's run is incredible, just making it back to the final table in today's age is impressive, but until I hear about Harrington playing in the tourney and doing well the morning after an all-night booze-filled bender at the Cheetah Club all coked up on Meth, then he ain't as good as Unger.

RIP Stuey, you were the best, on and off the felt.
Buy a hooker in his honor. Do one for Stuey.