[cassiusclay]

MY BORGATA STORY:
GAMBLING ALL NITE, UP AT THE CRAPS TABLE, I DECIDE TO GO PLAY SOME POKER. MY BUDDY AND I SIT DOWN AT A TABLE, NICE PEOPLE, A COUPLE OF REALLY DRUNK GUYS, AN OLDER LADY AND A GUY IN HIS 50'S. THE GUY IN HIS 50'S IS READING A BOOK. THIS GUY, EVERYTIME, LOOKS AT HIS CARDS, FOLDS, AND PICKS HIS BOOK UP AND STARTS READING AGAIN. I AM SLOWLY AMASSING SOME CHIPS WHEN THIS GUY LOOKS AT HIS CARDS AND STAYS. MY BUDDY STAYS WITH HIM AND MR BOOK WINS. THIS GOES ON ALL NIGHT, FOLD, FOLD FOLD STAY, READ THAT BOOK...IT WAS LIKE THE GUY FROM ROUNDERS WITH HIS FREAKING ORIO COOKIES (I AM GETTING WORKED UP JUST TYPING THIS). LITERALLY, THE GUY SEEMS TO BE WINNING EVERY HAND HE STAYS IN ON OR EVERYONE FOLDS. I FINALLY STAY WITH HIM AND WIN THE POT (SUPER SMALL POT) AND I FINALLY FEEL LIKE THIS GUY IS HUMAN. IT'S 3:00 AM AT THIS POINT, I NEED TO LEAVE BUT MY BUDDY HAD RE-APPEARED WITH CASH AND RE-ENTERED THE GAME HELL BENT ON DESTROYING MR BOOK. IT DIDN'T HAPPEN. THE GUY SEEMED SO "NOT INTERESTED" IN PLAYING, LIKE THAT BOOK WAS SOOOO INTRIGUING, HE WAS DRIVING ME CRAZY. SOMEWHERE AROUND 6:00 AM WE WENT HEAD TO HEAD...IF THAT LAST CARD HAD ONLY BEEN A QUEEN....THEY SHOULD GIVE EZ PASSES OUT TO EVERYONE LEAVING THE CASINOS FOR THE TOLLS ON THE RIDE HOME.