Vegas Nights: Part Two
Written By: Johnny Profit a.k.a Big Slick
(infamous underground champion)
…Who’s coming back to the strip with
me?” Who would have thought it would be so damn difficult to
find a no-limit game at six in the morning? I personally had
this magical conception of Vegas, in terms of poker
especially, that I could get a game anywhere anytime. This was
not true. I walked all over the damn place looking for
a game, any game I’ll even take a limit game. I first started
at the Bellagio, come on best known for poker there must be
some high rollers left over from the long night. I was amazed
to see an EMPTY poker pit and a pit boss telling me, “yeah,
the game should start back up around nine or ten”. Nine or
ten! It was six in the morning at the time and I’m working on
my second wind here I need a game.
So I left the
Bellagio and headed elsewhere. I found myself at the MGM. This
casino, I am almost sure, the 2nd largest in the
world! Foxwoods, New England is the largest and I believe
Fallsview, Niagra Falls is the third. So here I am at the 2nd
largest casino in the world and do you think there is a game?
Obviously not, I enter – again – an empty poker pit and a
confused look on the pit boss’s face. So without giving up
hope I headed to where I “heard” there would be a good
no-limit game at all times – the Rio. Why you ask I didn’t
head there right away, well it is actually decently far, if
your walking, from everything else. However, on my way to the
Rio I had to go through Caesar’s palace, which is a gorgeous
casino with a beautiful mall yet no mother******* poker game.
Anyways I head through Caesar’s and was off on my way to Rio.
Now the way
to walk to Rio is actually quite unpleasant. It is along a
highway or freeway or some kind of crap like that and the
sidewalk is dangerously located an inch from where crazy
drivers are speeding by you on hazardous turns and bends.
Furthermore, you must talk a pedestrian boardwalk which is
distasteful to the scenery in Vegas but mere aesthetics is the
least of your worries. As I walked on the boardwalk I noticed
several spray painted signs. Upon closer examination, from my
limited knowledge of L.A. street gangs, I noticed it was a
specific type of L.A. gang one in which I would definitely
want to avoid. I will keep the name confidential to keep
myself and my loved ones out of possible danger but lets just
say it was not the nicest feeling to know that I was walking
in gang territory.
What a
feeling of relief when I approached the Rio, my shirt was off
and around my head due to the blistering heat. I place my
shirt back on and head inside. I walk confidently to the poker
pit. Don’t worry Johnny everything will be good, there has
to be a game come on it’s the Rio, I walk into the poker
pit and nothing. Son of a bitch, I just hiked up Mount Everest
and found a McDonalds at the top – no surprises. Instead of
conversing with the pit boss I just decided to cut my losses
spark up a cigarette and head back to civilization…..
(to be continued)
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