Holy cow, can t believe that I survived Mardi Gras. I thought there for awhile that New Orleans was getting hit with another hurricane; let alone the numerous hurricaness I had consumed over the event. My liver has never reminded so much why people seem to like to drink.
Well, just to let you all know I never did find the wheatman. I don t think I will ever know if this person existed or not. I tried to the best of my abilities to confirm his claims by visiting as many of Mississippi’s coastal casinos. I never ran across one person that was booking very large wager at the craps tables and really sticking to the way the wheatman had described his play; and no casino wanted to offer up comped chips or coupons for free play of any sort that I ran across. But, then again I have never entered any casinos player clubs in the past and have no plans of ever entering one in the future. I look at the poor saps standing in huge lines to redeem their points to stand in another line for a free buffet and just shake my head. You gotta love those tourist.
My play was well rewarded at the tables, but had some time constraints; I needed to get to Alabama on time. I can t say that my play didn t go unnoticed. I must stay they tried to put me in the cooler once when I was shooting at the Island View Casino. There was three people at the table and no one wanted to shoot but me. And the first time in the middle of a point, the box-man seemly would get the nod from the pit-boss and low and behold, “dice in”. And he would give the dice a once over and give me a little smile. And then each time the dice would come around to me, one of the dealers would ask, “would you care to join our player club, sir?, we’re offing ...”
All in all, I had a great trip. The fishing in the gulf was a lot of fun. I more than paid for the whole trip from the winnings in Mississippi w/ a little left over to send my mom some flower for her birthday. So, again the casino won t be getting back that money either my friends.