See Reid's comment on the post below. Last night after the Saints game, with an open-ended time frame (no trapping here because of ladies) I met up with the Tiltin' Texan, and cash game specialist Joe Busch at Harrahs. I lost half my buy-in with two pair on the first hand. Guy had a weird tricky straight. And this time my read was right as I minimized my loss. Then it was smooth sailing. Despite being down to less than a 100, I got dealt hands and they held and this morning I walked out a big winner. Got a new Harrahs hat when I coolered a guy. I had 8s9s. Flop was 10d7s6s. We got it in after some action, he said, "I got a straight," I said, "So do I with a redraw." On cue the turn was the 5s. Ouch. Was just thinking I hadn't gotten a straight flush in a while. Called a guy down with King high, Jack kicker to beat his King high crap kicker. So I was playing good as well as running good. Course it's a lot easier to play good when you are running goo...
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Flash back to around 2000, said stone is still in existence, and my doorbell rings. It's Monday night, it's someone's birthday, and the Stone symbol is given. I have to be at work the next morning, and The Stone is 300 miles away. But you don't disrespect the Stone. Needless to say, about 12 hours later I return home and the car is about $800 richer than when we left. I won about $100 of that, and bought me a nice Stone polo shirt, which I still wear today, stains, holes and all. You don't throw out a Stone shirt. You just don't.
--G
10/18/97
Four of my degenerate friends and I hop into my car and we head north. We're closet degenerates at this point in our lives so we say we're going to see Syracuse host Temple in a football mismatch, but we know why we're really going.
2nd quarter and it's ugly. Maybe 42-0 or something like that (final ended up 60-7). It's time for some Stone. We get there and it starts off as good as it did for Temple. The cards aren't turning our way and the dice are making our chips disappear. Time for some eats to regroup then back to the tables.
Then, there she is. Goose and I spot the loveliest, most jittery Blackjack dealer you'll ever meet. Jennifer opens her table and the Stone's coffers for us. Five bucks (hey five bucks!) turns into ten, ten turns into twenty, and on it goes. The rest of the crew makes their way over and they join in on the fun. And by fun I mean winning lots of cash and watching Jennifer give me dirty looks when I tell her I'm splitting my 10s.
We all end up winners and the car returns home $1500 happier. Unconfirmed whether or not Jennifer had a restraining order against me.
--G