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Still more readers write24 January 2017
Next thing I remember was: "Why am I looking at the casino ceiling?”
The in-house EMT was there quickly and put me on a high chair next to the railing. Of course the game went on.
I quickly recovered my sense of well-being while sitting on the chair. Therefore, I insisted, and they let me throw the dice with my left hand as the medical guy was taking my blood pressure with my right hand at the same time!
Talk about a scene too outlandish to even put into a bad casino movie!
I refused to go to the hospital and just kept rolling.
FROM RON: I was at a casino a couple of years ago. A man and his wife were playing slots. Then suddenly the man and his stool fell to the floor. He most certainly had had a heart attack. Immediately out of nowhere she pulls out this huge sign that says "Do not resuscitate!"
The medics immediately came over to check out the situation and after resistance from her they decided he had died. They tried to move him off the casino floor and she wouldn't let them touch him again. They told her they need to get him off of the casino floor and finally after a long time she allowed them to move him to the back room.
All the while she kept holding the big "Do not resuscitate! sign. She was evidently scared they were going to resuscitate him and she didn't want that. As far as I recall he didn't win a big jackpot that caused this.
FROM BERNIE: Thanks again for your book Confessions of a Wayward Catholic. I have four of your books now and I have enjoyed reading all of them.
I got to the craps table one night and this young guy was shooting. On his next roll he made his point and said “Damn, I was hoping I’d seven out.”
I looked over but he was not betting the don't and had a small bet on the pass line with no odds. I said “Why were you hoping to seven out when you’re betting the pass line?” He told me that three guys on the other end of the able were betting purples on the don't and when the shooter would seven out they would throw the shooter a couple of blacks.
I was the next shooter and I established a point and two rolls later I sevened out. The guys on the other end said good job and sure enough they threw me two blacks. By the time the dice got back to me the big players were getting killed as the shooters were making points. I got the dice back and promptly made my point. That busted out the big players.
That is the only time I got paid for not making the point when I was betting the pass line. I never saw those guys again but I have a hunch a few loan companies saw them.
One of the best stories I ever heard was when I was playing craps at the Horseshoe in Las Vegas. It was about 2 a.m. and the guy next to me was yelling on every roll. Finally after about and hour I said to him, "You must really love craps." He said to me with a straight face "I came home about a year ago about 3:00 in the morning. When I opened the door my wife was standing there with her arms crossed and said ‘That's it, it's either me or that craps table.’” He paused and then looked at me and said, "You know sometimes I miss that woman."
With that the yelling started again. Now that was one guy who loved craps!
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