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« Reply #4455 on: October 28, 2008, 10:34:12 PM »


Take it your just busy writing up a trip report for us Tom ?



Nope. Busy sleeping 14 hours straight. Hoping Ralph will write one.

 






Do you dream tom?  This sounds like a bit of a weird question but I was chatting about this with a friend the other day.  He has the most amazing dreams, he is playing poker with Ivey and co one night then winning the sunday million the next, he even dreamt that he was on 'who wants to be a millionaire' on the last question he had used his 50/50, and didnt have a clue of the answer.  He called me (phone a friend) and asked me pick A or B, I picked B he went for A and won the Million!  Me on the other hand I never ever remember dreams, feel i'm missing out on something!
                                                                                                                                                                           I know you didnt ask me but since dads probably still sleeping ill tell you about a realy vivid dream i had a couple of months before last years Grand National. In my dream i was in the bookies clutching a betting slip and watching the national on the tv (which is weird to start with cos ive never been in a betting shop and i dont realy know what happens in there) anyway, my horse lost, but an old man standing next to me had won, and showed me his slip with the winning horse's name on it in huge black letters. Next day i went around telling anyone who would listen that i'd dreamt the national winner!" Well?" they asked," Whats its name?" "Err, i cant remember now, but i'll know it when i see it" was my rather pathetic reply. Skip forward to april and im at Fantasy Island with my mam and the kids, in one of those fun pubs watching a dancing jellybear or something similar when the compere says "we'll be showing the national on the big screen at 3:15" I instantly start running round like Basil Fawlty, leaving my mam with all the kids and dashing to the shop for a newspaper. I about tore the paper to shreds trying to find the runners and riders, (its not easy out on  the seafront in a force 9 "seabreeze") but there he was leaping out at me, Comply or Die.(just about the coolest name  for a racehorse ever, i might add.) I then ran into the bookies down the street, which was packed to bursting, and just stood there wondering what the hell i was supposed to do when i nice lady said she'd help me "how much would i like to bet?" It was then i realised that id left my handbag in the pub! I only had about £3 in my pocket, so feeling a bit of a divvy by now i gave my change to the lady, got my slip and left. Back in the pub i sat thinking id made a bit of a fuss about nothing, but then the race started and the bloody thing only went and won! you should of seen me jumping up and down and screaming, much to the embarassment of my kids! After all this palaver i ended up with about thirty quid, a sore throat and the feeling that id missed out on a fortune. I hope i dream the lottery numbers!


  Yes I remember that day you were running about and screaming like a banshee

We did have a lovely time that day, it turned out to be very lucky 'cos we all won ride tokens too!
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« Reply #4456 on: October 28, 2008, 10:38:39 PM »


Take it your just busy writing up a trip report for us Tom ?



Nope. Busy sleeping 14 hours straight. Hoping Ralph will write one.

Do you dream tom?  This sounds like a bit of a weird question but I was chatting about this with a friend the other day.  He has the most amazing dreams, he is playing poker with Ivey and co one night then winning the sunday million the next, he even dreamt that he was on 'who wants to be a millionaire' on the last question he had used his 50/50, and didnt have a clue of the answer.  He called me (phone a friend) and asked me pick A or B, I picked B he went for A and won the Million!  Me on the other hand I never ever remember dreams, feel i'm missing out on something!
                                                                                                                                                                           I know you didnt ask me but since dads probably still sleeping ill tell you about a realy vivid dream i had a couple of months before last years Grand National. In my dream i was in the bookies clutching a betting slip and watching the national on the tv (which is weird to start with cos ive never been in a betting shop and i dont realy know what happens in there) anyway, my horse lost, but an old man standing next to me had won, and showed me his slip with the winning horse's name on it in huge black letters. Next day i went around telling anyone who would listen that i'd dreamt the national winner!" Well?" they asked," Whats its name?" "Err, i cant remember now, but i'll know it when i see it" was my rather pathetic reply. Skip forward to april and im at Fantasy Island with my mam and the kids, in one of those fun pubs watching a dancing jellybear or something similar when the compere says "we'll be showing the national on the big screen at 3:15" I instantly start running round like Basil Fawlty, leaving my mam with all the kids and dashing to the shop for a newspaper. I about tore the paper to shreds trying to find the runners and riders, (its not easy out on  the seafront in a force 9 "seabreeze") but there he was leaping out at me, Comply or Die.(just about the coolest name  for a racehorse ever, i might add.) I then ran into the bookies down the street, which was packed to bursting, and just stood there wondering what the hell i was supposed to do when i nice lady said she'd help me "how much would i like to bet?" It was then i realised that id left my handbag in the pub! I only had about £3 in my pocket, so feeling a bit of a divvy by now i gave my change to the lady, got my slip and left. Back in the pub i sat thinking id made a bit of a fuss about nothing, but then the race started and the bloody thing only went and won! you should of seen me jumping up and down and screaming, much to the embarassment of my kids! After all this palaver i ended up with about thirty quid, a sore throat and the feeling that id missed out on a fortune. I hope i dream the lottery numbers!

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« Reply #4457 on: October 28, 2008, 10:59:24 PM »


Take it your just busy writing up a trip report for us Tom ?



Nope. Busy sleeping 14 hours straight. Hoping Ralph will write one.

I thought that Tom had already written it in the last several pages..

Sorry, I was hoping that was the 'too much to do at the moment' posts. Entertaining as usual but I'm waiting for some juicy vegas stories or some more in-depth on the chats with the old timers and their stories.

This diary has high expectations of it's readers LOL

WE WANT MORE !

e.g. Helicopter trips, Red Rock Canyon visits etc. etc.
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« Reply #4458 on: October 28, 2008, 11:10:18 PM »

Photos must be on the way ... i hope.
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« Reply #4459 on: October 28, 2008, 11:14:00 PM »

Photos must be on the way ... i hope.

Lol. Photos of what, old guys in card rooms?
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« Reply #4460 on: October 29, 2008, 02:09:26 AM »

I'm really struggling to bring these old characters to life. It wasn't so much the stories they told, as the way they told them.

They had a sort of relaxed, easy, "Seen it all, done it all" way about them, and when they told me a tale, their speech was peppered with phrases from a bygone era. Phrases they assumed I would understand because I was one of them, an insider rather than an outsider, like I was one of their own.

I don't really know if I'm making sense here, it seems a little embarrassing talking about it now now, but I found this acceptance very touching.

We're talking about crime and policing in Las Vegas, when the old man starts to reminisce.

"So one time, there's this young buck in his Sunday hat and breeches. He's mindin his own bydness, shootin craps and sparkin his girl. He's tryin mighty hard to look like a hog that's used to the deep end of the trough, but anyone with half an eye can see he's too pink shaved and wide eyed to be more n spittin distance from his momma's tit.

Anyways, the kid runs hot and ends up walking out with belly full of liquor and a pocket full of of green. Five minutes later, his girl comes back in screaming fit to bust. A crowd of people foller her outside to the alley where they find her fee-yancy lyin in the dirt. Someone had given him a mighty sore head and then lit out, taking his money with them.

Now bad news travels fast. This sort of thing was bad for bydness, and you sure didn't want no truck with the boys who took care of bydness back then.

A bunch of questions got asked, and the guys in the pit allowed that when the kid left, he was a singin to the tune of about two dimes. Word went out saying that if the the stolen money, (along with a little something extra to cover the cost of replacing the mussed up hat and breeches) were to be deposeted at the cage before 8am the next morning, everything would be fine and dandy. If not, the wrong guys might decide to take it as a personal insult.

The next morning, the kid's money had been returned, and a slim guy wearing fancy duds helped him to collect. He told the kid that he had had a cheap lesson, and warned him not to forget it."


The old man paused for a moment, and and I knew we were back in the present.

"I never did forget it son.... I never did forget."


 

 
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« Reply #4461 on: October 29, 2008, 02:29:29 AM »

He was about 80 and wearing a cowbow hat, right?

If so you have definitely brought it to light and if not i enjoyed the story anyway.
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« Reply #4462 on: October 29, 2008, 02:34:52 AM »

There's a dealer in Binions who  must easily be the wrong side of 70, but he is one if the best dealers I have ever seen. He made every action seem exciting.

When someone raised he would bark out "Raiseit!" and then continue "Eight dollars, eight dollars comin around"

"Callit!" "We have a caller ladies and gentlemen, we have a caller". "Two players"

Then after the flop "Now how do ya like it?" "Check or bet gentlemen, check or bet"

One guy attempted to spread the chips already in the pot by poking then around with his finger. The old guy grabbed his hand and said "I hope you win this here pot boy, cos that's the only way you're gettin that finger back"
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« Reply #4463 on: October 29, 2008, 04:14:20 AM »

There's a dealer in Binions who  must easily be the wrong side of 70, but he is one if the best dealers I have ever seen. He made every action seem exciting.

When someone raised he would bark out "Raiseit!" and then continue "Eight dollars, eight dollars comin around"

"Callit!" "We have a caller ladies and gentlemen, we have a caller". "Two players"

Then after the flop "Now how do ya like it?" "Check or bet gentlemen, check or bet"

One guy attempted to spread the chips already in the pot by poking then around with his finger. The old guy grabbed his hand and said "I hope you win this here pot boy, cos that's the only way you're gettin that finger back"

This isn't a very clear picture, but was this the dealer you're referring to?  His name is Buck.  My favourite dealer at Binions.

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« Reply #4464 on: October 30, 2008, 03:22:42 PM »

There's a dealer in Binions who  must easily be the wrong side of 70, but he is one if the best dealers I have ever seen. He made every action seem exciting.

When someone raised he would bark out "Raiseit!" and then continue "Eight dollars, eight dollars comin around"

"Callit!" "We have a caller ladies and gentlemen, we have a caller". "Two players"

Then after the flop "Now how do ya like it?" "Check or bet gentlemen, check or bet"

One guy attempted to spread the chips already in the pot by poking then around with his finger. The old guy grabbed his hand and said "I hope you win this here pot boy, cos that's the only way you're gettin that finger back"

This isn't a very clear picture, but was this the dealer you're referring to?  His name is Buck.  My favourite dealer at Binions.




No, that's not him. My one looks like George Burns's granddad.
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« Reply #4465 on: October 30, 2008, 03:24:03 PM »

Why do people write style stylee style?
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« Reply #4466 on: October 30, 2008, 03:27:27 PM »

Why do people write style stylee style?

come again?
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« Reply #4467 on: October 30, 2008, 03:30:12 PM »

I know the one yor on about Tom. He's about 300
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« Reply #4468 on: October 30, 2008, 03:31:02 PM »

Why do people write style stylee style?

come again?

When people write the word "Style" They add an "e" making it "Stylee" Why is that?
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« Reply #4469 on: October 30, 2008, 03:32:58 PM »

Why do people write style stylee style?

come again?

When people write the word "Style" They add an "e" making it "Stylee" Why is that?

It's the way kids speak - comes from hip hop music, probably.
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