Everyone was in Vegas back around 80 or 81 for the World Series of Tavern pool.
I got a call that Surfer Rod had a gme at the old Serene Room, last pocket 8-ball with the big ball for $1000 per game and asked if I wanted any of it.
I asked who he was playing and got the stall, stating the this guy didn't gamble too well, didn't play on a bar table, and didn't like the big ball. My response was, what do you need me for, who is it?
Allen Hopkins I was told. No thank you,but I hear the Serene Room has pretty good burgers, so I'll come down there.
I got there about 10pm, had 2 of those burgers and was headed back to Ceasers by 3am. It seemed odd to me that though Mr Hopkins couldn't gamble too well, didn't play on a bar table, and couldn't play with the big ball, had adjusted pretty well and gotten over all his fears very easily. He shot Rod so full of holes, he looked like a sprinkler. 21 games ahead in about 5 hours.
The whole venture cost me $18 and I felt as if I had won.