I was standing there on the stairwell to the 2nd level at the Sands one year listening to the Tooth woof at Efren - might have been the same year. Umm, yeah, Efren didn't want to play, but the tooth was asking for something ridiculous like 15-4. I don't remember the exact spot he was barking about, but it was so much that my great, great grampa might have won the game ... and he's been dead for I-don't-know-how-many-years.