>Super Bowl Sunday was spent in the sports book at the Mandalay Bay. Surrounded by large Bears fans, I watched every just about every conceivable sport, including a marathon of hot dog eating contests (Kobayashi is unbeatable). While I was waiting for the big game to start, I noticed that the points spread and the over/under changed a couple of times. Someone said that it was probably because someone put down a big bet.
Later that day, a friend of mine spotted Charles Barkley gambling in the Crystal Room at the Mandalay. Us minions can look in while walking to the buffet and see the whales lay down money on a baccarat bet that most of us would use to finance a home loan.
Today, a friend sends me this news story: Barkley’s Chronic Gambling Continues
Barkley is saying that he made about $700,000 over the weekend. I believe that about as much as I believe the drunk guy in the elevator who claimed he made $34,000 betting on the game.
>I got ’em to knock the limit down to $300/hand once so I could play at a blackjack table next to Sir Charles and Tiger at the MGM once. Needless to say, I didn’t last long. Tiger was swearing like a sailor, btw, which I found to be uncomfortable.