He lost out when playing with the Big Boys. Though he did make it to the final game of the eliminations. And was pretty pleased with himself for holding on until the last round. Before losing out and being sent away without the big 'pot' he was so optimistic about winning. I guess that is part of the thrill, and why people go and seem to willing to gamble their hard earned funds. You are always hopeful of being the one who walks out with the Big Money. Honestly, I do not believe there is even a smidgen of skill involved in this - it is all in the way the cards are shuffled and dealt. It has nothing to do with any natural or acquired ability of 'card sharking', but if he wants to think that he has some special talent for being the guy who can outsmart the dealer/house, who am I to say otherwise?
But it was not a total loss, as he did not come back with his pockets turned wrong-side out like someone who had been mugged and left in the alley-way. At some point before or after the Tournament part of the weekend he did make a bit of profit, as he shared some of the windfall with me. We had an understanding many years ago, when we would take family trips to south MS. TP would spend the whole time in the casino, hoping to beat the odds (pretty laughable, huh?) And I would tell him: If you loose, it's your money, but if you win, it's mine.
He has apparently forgot that part of the agreement, as now I only get 1/2 of the proceeds. Which is pretty good, I supposed, as he could keep it all and save it for a nest egg for his next 'excusion'. My half, awaiting me when I got home, was more than enough to cover the cost of gas for the drive to Savannah and back. If I had known he had such a successful venture at the blackjack table, I would have been willing to go ahead and pay $3.31 for gas out there on the interstate in the piney woods of east GA.
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