JAM said:I always liked that name: "John Cash."
I remember seeing him at the Joss Tour Turning Stone Casino tournament in February 2005. He was there with pen and paper in his hand, soaking up the venue to write an article, but like everybody else when they visit Turning Stone Casino, he decided to gamble on the game tables. First night, he won $6,500! He was one happy camper that whole 3-day event! Took it home with him, too!
When I read the thread I wrote about the tournament, I was reminded of our great win that weekend. As Keith is wont to do when he's on the shortskies, he recruited a crap tables committee, a group of five hungry gamblers willing to post up $200 apiece and let Keith, Chief Dice Roller, try to get on a roll. Well, he managed to hold the table for 'about an hour. He talks to the dice when he rolls 'em, which had everybody at the table in stiches, whooping and hollering at his every throw. I'd never seen so many black chips before. He pulled in about $15,000 total. The pit bosses immediately came forth and took notice, with all the commotion going on. We even ended up getting our room comped.
Here's a picture I snapped of a smiling John Cash and Keith that weekend.
JAM
Among his other skills, nobody knows their way around a crap table any better than the Ether. He is simply remarkable when it comes to figuring odds and payoffs. Heaven forbid a dealer tries to shortchange him.
And if he gets on a roll, look out! He has made several monster scores with the dice. One quick story especially for Jam, his main squeeze. It's during the Brunswick World Open in 1988 at Caesar's Palace. I have been working late into the night, directing the tourney until the last match ended about 2:30 AM. Pat Fleming had long gone to bed. Poor baby.
After I clear the room and have security shut things down, it's well after 3 AM. I'm walking down the hall and who do I see walking toward me but the ETHER man himself. I'm tired but I ask him how things are going. He replies, "Not too bad", and reaches in his pocket and pulls out a gargantuan wad of money. So big it takes his full hand span to hold it all. Just a huge bundle of 50's and 100's. "How do you like it" Keith asks me.
By now I have a big smile on my face, tired as I am. Keith now reaches in his other front pocket and pulls out another similar sized wad of do-re-mi. OMG is what I'm thinking. There is like 40 or 50 thou in his hands, that he's flashing before me. And he has a smile on his face that could light up a dark room. I'm a little out of breath. Next thing I know, Keith says what's our number? Meaning how much does he owe me. I can't think straight, so I tell him I can't remember.
Keith says it's either 440 or 460, but will I settle for 500 even. I say sure and he peels off five big ones, hands them to me, and stuffs the rest back in his pockets, and wanders on down the hall. And that my friends is what makes Keith Keith. There will never be another one like him!
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