Vegas Diary, Part 2

As we continue....

Friday

As usual, we start bright and early in the sportsbook at 5:00 in the morning. This time, it is a chocloate milk and V8.

Started the gambling day off with $25 BJ with everyone at a table - and promptly got destroyed. The start of a bad day? After a break - to the craps table, with Leland and Mike (and Laura) - in one of many craps runs with Leland. Got destroyed there.

Time for a break. Watched some games up in the room, like the end of the X-Minnesota game. Tried to take a nap, but my body wasn't having any of it. I had Temple (loser), Temple under (loser), X over (loser), and X. With 1 minute left, it was 65-52 X, so I turned it off and tried to sleep.

10 minutes later, my Dad texts me. "What a finish to the X game!".

Oh dear - did I go 0 - for - 4?

I check my phone - 67-53 was the final. X wins and covers, but the over did not hit. Just as I thought.

I texted Dad back. "What do you mean?"

"You got the over in the X game!" was the response.

Uh no, Dad, you are looking at the Temple game.

So with that conversation, my nap was officially ruined. As I was leaving to go downstairs, Layup came in - and he tried to nap. I was well awake by then and started officiating in the room for 30 minutes, keeping him awake. Finally, he said:

"Weren't you getting the hell out of here 20 minutes ago?"

Oh, yes. I wanted to take a break from gambling, so down to the book I went. Watched most of the afternoon games down there - Purdue-Siena (it was clear that 90% of the audience has Siena), Missouri-Clemson (the over in that game was the 2nd best lock of the week), Oakland-Pitt (a double loser), and Wofford-Wisconsin, where it was clear that 99% of the book could not care less about the game. I was the only one cheering any Wofford score as they covered and almost won outright.

I was by myself, stadning and watching the games peacefully, when a group of friends started to form in front of me. There were about 5-6 of them, 4 guys and 2 ladies, all in their mid 30's or so. Well, the two women started talking. And it wasn't about basketball. They were from California and started talking about La Jolla, the coast, where a recpetion would be, what parties were held next month - oh! it will be on the ocean!

And they were talking loud - trying to hold a converstaion in the book on NCAA weekend. I was fuming. But the games I was wagering on were looking good - so I couldn't move, could I? I just had to stand there and take the vocal abuse from the "Wives of OC" wannabes. Mike finally showed up and he was subjected to the noise for a while until the games ended.

It's a Vegas trip, so it was time for the $5 Columbus Blue Jackets gift for everyone! $5 on Columbus +1.5 at +200. A 3-goal third made everyone a winner on this trip (for the first time!)

Another meal for the day (my fourth, I think, which includes the V-8, Bouchon, a snack during the games, and now CPK), and a quick UTH run before heading to the MGM for dinner.

We got there around 6 or so. I had nothing on the Maryland game - but the "first to 15" bet intrigued me. Who would be the first to hit 15 points? Maryland was -170. This seems like a good bet - I figured Maryland would come out fast and get to a big lead, and then hang on at the end.

"Fast" is not what I would describe those first 10 minutes of the game. It was like a good tennis match between two baseline players. 5-4 Maryland. 6-5 Houston. 7-6. 8-7. 9-8. Would they hit it by halftime? Houston hit a three to go up 15-13, and that was that.

The MGM book was weird. I think I had a sign on me that said: "If you are black, talk to me!". During the game, a drunk black guy said something to me about Laura (who was next to me), and I think he said she's hot, obviously thinking she and I were an item. "Pardon me?" I said. He then apologized 11 times and walked away, and I was still flummoxed. After dinner another large black man was my best friend because we were both rooting for Syracuse. We need skyboxes in the sportsbook so we don't have to mingle with the hoi polloi.

More disaster with Mike at Blackjack where our dealer was threatened by a losing patron (although this was $15, and not the disaster of $50 that Wiz/Layup were dealing with). After getting out there after dinner, it was back to the UTH table for a final session that night - and a memorable story of our boorishness.

The location of our table was a prime one - right on the corner near the nightclub Revolution, so it was a good spot to see all the possible matchmaking that could go on. Three ladies stumbled out of the club - and the middle one was obviously drunk. A young guy, about 22 in a blue shirt, tried to make his move on the girl in the middle. All 5 of us were watching this last-ditch attempt by our blue shirt friend.

He failed. The ladies dragged the middle girl away and up the stairs. Immediately, we loudly booed the poor guy. "Boooooo! Sorry for your luck!" Startled (and drunk), he walked over and sat at the table (right next to me). He tried to defend himself, but he couldn't. And he was losing consciousness. He slumped in his chair, closed his eyes - but no, he awoke. He leaned over - Wiz put the odds of a puke at -110 - but no, he straightened. He tried to place a bet at the table - he pulled out two wadded $1 bills (at a $15 minimum table) - but then thought better of that.

After about 10 minutes, he arose and said "don't worry, I'll be back.". I set the line at 5-1 against him coming back in 10 minutes. Derek said yes, Wiz said no.

He never showed. I wonder what happened to him......