Donald A. Purdy said:
Hi JAM, it was nice seeing you in Rockville this weekend. Sorry I had to bug out so fast, my wife wanted to get together to watch the Derby...Do you think anybody who gambles on a regular basis ever comes out on top in the long run? Most of them are trying to make their nut. When crunch time comes around they will do anything to make it. You live with Keith, he once said that he has gambled more money on pool than anyone else in the world. Has he come out on top? Money wise?....
Hi, Don! It was great seeing you, too! We watched the Derby at Champions in Rockville. I was so happy to be there, instead of my friendly neighborhood OTB.
About gambling, I have NEVER had the addiction. If and when I play cards, go to a casino, a horsetrack, or a pool room with gambling on my mind, I have a designated amount I am willing to wager. When it is extinguished, I quit, but that's me.
And then there's Keith. He loves games of stake, no matter what the venue. If there's any action in the house, he finds it and is the first one to step up to the plate. Harry Platis told me that years ago, Keith beat a guy in Vegas for $360,000, and the next month, Keith was busted. In my travels with Keith, we are winner in gambling, but stuck BIG TIME on the tournament trail. The expenses far outweigh the tournament payouts, even when you win a few every now and then. Gambling, though, has at times provided a supplemental income.
For some, gambling is an addiction. I only wager what I can afford to lose, and when and if we do book a winner gambling on the road, I make every effort to bring home that bacon.
Recently, after the conclusion of a Joss tournament in Quincy, Massachusetts, Keith was already making plans with Ryan "Genie Man" McCreesh to hit Foxwoods Casino on the way home. Even though Keith cashed in the tournament, third place I think, we were still stuck for the trip, i.e., 2 nights of lodging, gas, tolls, food, BAR TAB, and entry fee. Right before I snapped this picture, Ryan says, "We're going to stop at Foxwoods on the way home. Right?," to which I replied, "Absolutely not. We're stuck." I then snapped the picture, and the expression on Keith's face says it all.
JAM [Singing: "You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to WALK AWAY...."]