[Smell The Glove]

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I'm in Vegas for a male bonding trip with my dad. It's 2 AM so my dad is asleep, and I'm out roaming the Strip casinos drinking and gambooling. I'm at the Mandalay Bay looking for a craps table, and there's one $10 table that has one tiny spot open, all the way on the edge next to the dealer.

I squeeze into the spot and put down a $10 pass bet. The dice are at the opposite end of the table with this group of 4 or 5 thirty-something investment-banking types wearing ugly $200 shirts that don't fit them.

Everyone at the table is betting the pass line, except for one guy, who's at my end of the table. And he is stylish. He's got on a mink coat, mink hat, mink cane, gold fronts, and he's about 5 foot 3. And he's betting all the chips he has in front of him, about $1000, on don't pass.

And he's talkin' [censored], calling out for the shooter to throw a seven. SEVEN! I know you gonna roll a SEVEN. He goes on.... three and a four... a three and a four.... CHARLES BARKLEY THIRTY-FOUR, CHARLES BARKLEY THIRTY-FOUR.

Shooting rolls a seven and our friend doubles up. Dice goes to the next i-banker, who's at the end of the table (which means that I'll be getting the dice next). Everyone bets pass except for our friend, who bets his $2K on don't pass. Shooter rolls and the point is six.

Our friend in the mink coat goes back to talkin' [censored]. You gonna roll a seven I can feel it. THIRTY-FOUR CHARLES BARKLEY. The shooter's roll goes on forever, not rolling a six or a seven...

Shooter takes the dice and mink coat is calling it out THIRTY-FOUR CHARLES BARKLEY THIRTY-FOUR CHARLES BARKLEY. Just as the shooter is about to let go of the dice, I open my mouth for the first time and call out...

THIRTY-THREE LARRY BIRD

Shooter rolls a hard six. Send the mobneys.


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