Since i have a captive audience here, I thought i would tell everyone A COMPLETELY TRUE gambling story. On my moms unmarked grave i swear this happened....
So my son was 1 when his mom snatched him away to las vegas...VEGAS? to raise a kid? i know i know, but thats where she went...i had started a new job and only had weekends available to me so the most effective way to go to vegas from cleveland was junket, so i would fly out fri eve pick him up sat afternoon and go back to the hotel. we always had dinner,lunch etc somewhere new as there is a bevy of choices. he wanted to go "where the lions are" (mgm) so we get gusseid up for a 5star and go to have dinner. in case you haven't been there yet, you can bet ANYWHERE and at ANYTIME in vegas....(i hear they have slots in the crappers now!) so we are sitting at the table and our waitress comes over and takes our order, big beer for me, and milk for my boy. i notice the keno girl at the next table, and fill out the 10 numbers i've been playing (still) for years. as the waitress comes over the keno girl turns to our table, out of the corner of my eye as i am handing the slip to the keno girl i notice (because of course, what 5star serves kids milk?) that they had to pour it in a beer glass...and that it is going over: right..this..very..second...and before i can grab it the glass is now empty on the table, my son is scared, people are murmiring i told you so's. and i turn to clean up the table. i am laughing to comfort my son and we start a unstoppable giggle, oblivious to the world: father and son...so they bring a new glass the manager apoligizes comps his meal and we move on...it's then that i notice my keno slip and cash on the table. in the excitement i forgot to hand it to her, and of course she had to go place the bets she already had...oh well, no big deal....until my son says "my birthday!" and points to the keno board....yep 5-31-17-6-23-5-13-29-1-10 all birthdays and lucky numbers lit brilliant led red. 50k is what 10 numbers pay for a dollar. while i didn't win when fate put me at the right place, right time. but i was with my son so it didn't matter. THE MORAL OF THE STORY? did you guess it yet?  ..............................................

don't cry over spilt milk.... smile here. it's all true. i love my son