Hey Aaron, sorry to hear about your dad passing away. My best wishes to you and your family, and look forward to talking some pigskin with you this season
Hey Aaron, sorry to hear about your dad passing away. My best wishes to you and your family, and look forward to talking some pigskin with you this season
I was worried Dad was in trouble,glad you took the time, I did last year with mine and it really matters every day since...do the things he liked to do, go to those places, leave a seat for him at places, peace to both of you...
I was worried Dad was in trouble,glad you took the time, I did last year with mine and it really matters every day since...do the things he liked to do, go to those places, leave a seat for him at places, peace to both of you...
We are in Vegas and the old guy liked the Craps. He only liked it when he shot though and he only had one bet, pass line and let it ride for three times, then cash it out.
So we are all drunk and playing at Caesars. The table is actually pretty hot and me and my friends are doing quite well playing all kinds of exotic craps BS. The old man is just sitting there and waiting his turn. I ask him if he wants to ride with me for a hundred and play some numbers and s h i t 50/50 but he says he is cool and he will wait.
So the game moves along and the table stays pretty hot. He finally gets his turn and he puts $100 on the pass line. This is about 25 years ago and it was a pretty big bet but by no means a monster.
So he throws and gets to a point . He throws some more and makes the point. He has 200 ( no odds just the pass line). He throws an eleven and we are all going fricking nuts with are Yo's and Worlds and s h i t.
Now he has $400 on the pass line. Dude rolls a nine. He then proceeds to hold the dice for about 30 minutes. Number after number after number. The table is going fing nuts and all the players are hitting Comes and Numbers like no tomorrow. I am up about 2G's. The old man is simply getting pissed off. The table has so much action that each role is now taking a minute or two to divvy up all the loot and he just wants to throw again. He is yelling at the pit boss and stick man to "just give me the Goddam dice" but of course they cannot. Smoke is coming from his ears and his face is beet red, I seriously think he is going to stroke and ......the numbers just keep coming.
I am pressing and pressing and the thing is like a madhouse. The table is three deep and everyone is pressing up trying to get a view of all the action. FInally, the old man hits his point, 9.
The table erupts like crazy and we are all high fiveing and hugging. The stick man doubles my Dad up and he puts the money in his pocket and leaves.
People are trying to stop him but he is just done with the whole thing. The waiting and the low class stupid F's at Caesars. He claims he has never seen anything like it in his life. Guy offers him a black to just keep throwing but he takes it as just another insult and storms off.....
I pull down all my chips and go after him with a smile on my face , my pockets stuffed with one of my best paydays ever and a story for the ages.
That is the thing about Dads, they are all unique individuals He was my rock and my light and I miss him terribly.
We are in Vegas and the old guy liked the Craps. He only liked it when he shot though and he only had one bet, pass line and let it ride for three times, then cash it out.
So we are all drunk and playing at Caesars. The table is actually pretty hot and me and my friends are doing quite well playing all kinds of exotic craps BS. The old man is just sitting there and waiting his turn. I ask him if he wants to ride with me for a hundred and play some numbers and s h i t 50/50 but he says he is cool and he will wait.
So the game moves along and the table stays pretty hot. He finally gets his turn and he puts $100 on the pass line. This is about 25 years ago and it was a pretty big bet but by no means a monster.
So he throws and gets to a point . He throws some more and makes the point. He has 200 ( no odds just the pass line). He throws an eleven and we are all going fricking nuts with are Yo's and Worlds and s h i t.
Now he has $400 on the pass line. Dude rolls a nine. He then proceeds to hold the dice for about 30 minutes. Number after number after number. The table is going fing nuts and all the players are hitting Comes and Numbers like no tomorrow. I am up about 2G's. The old man is simply getting pissed off. The table has so much action that each role is now taking a minute or two to divvy up all the loot and he just wants to throw again. He is yelling at the pit boss and stick man to "just give me the Goddam dice" but of course they cannot. Smoke is coming from his ears and his face is beet red, I seriously think he is going to stroke and ......the numbers just keep coming.
I am pressing and pressing and the thing is like a madhouse. The table is three deep and everyone is pressing up trying to get a view of all the action. FInally, the old man hits his point, 9.
The table erupts like crazy and we are all high fiveing and hugging. The stick man doubles my Dad up and he puts the money in his pocket and leaves.
People are trying to stop him but he is just done with the whole thing. The waiting and the low class stupid F's at Caesars. He claims he has never seen anything like it in his life. Guy offers him a black to just keep throwing but he takes it as just another insult and storms off.....
I pull down all my chips and go after him with a smile on my face , my pockets stuffed with one of my best paydays ever and a story for the ages.
That is the thing about Dads, they are all unique individuals He was my rock and my light and I miss him terribly.
We are in Vegas and the old guy liked the Craps. He only liked it when he shot though and he only had one bet, pass line and let it ride for three times, then cash it out.
So we are all drunk and playing at Caesars. The table is actually pretty hot and me and my friends are doing quite well playing all kinds of exotic craps BS. The old man is just sitting there and waiting his turn. I ask him if he wants to ride with me for a hundred and play some numbers and s h i t 50/50 but he says he is cool and he will wait.
So the game moves along and the table stays pretty hot. He finally gets his turn and he puts $100 on the pass line. This is about 25 years ago and it was a pretty big bet but by no means a monster.
So he throws and gets to a point . He throws some more and makes the point. He has 200 ( no odds just the pass line). He throws an eleven and we are all going fricking nuts with are Yo's and Worlds and s h i t.
Now he has $400 on the pass line. Dude rolls a nine. He then proceeds to hold the dice for about 30 minutes. Number after number after number. The table is going fing nuts and all the players are hitting Comes and Numbers like no tomorrow. I am up about 2G's. The old man is simply getting pissed off. The table has so much action that each role is now taking a minute or two to divvy up all the loot and he just wants to throw again. He is yelling at the pit boss and stick man to "just give me the Goddam dice" but of course they cannot. Smoke is coming from his ears and his face is beet red, I seriously think he is going to stroke and ......the numbers just keep coming.
I am pressing and pressing and the thing is like a madhouse. The table is three deep and everyone is pressing up trying to get a view of all the action. FInally, the old man hits his point, 9.
The table erupts like crazy and we are all high fiveing and hugging. The stick man doubles my Dad up and he puts the money in his pocket and leaves.
People are trying to stop him but he is just done with the whole thing. The waiting and the low class stupid F's at Caesars. He claims he has never seen anything like it in his life. Guy offers him a black to just keep throwing but he takes it as just another insult and storms off.....
I pull down all my chips and go after him with a smile on my face , my pockets stuffed with one of my best paydays ever and a story for the ages.
That is the thing about Dads, they are all unique individuals He was my rock and my light and I miss him terribly.
We are in Vegas and the old guy liked the Craps. He only liked it when he shot though and he only had one bet, pass line and let it ride for three times, then cash it out.
So we are all drunk and playing at Caesars. The table is actually pretty hot and me and my friends are doing quite well playing all kinds of exotic craps BS. The old man is just sitting there and waiting his turn. I ask him if he wants to ride with me for a hundred and play some numbers and s h i t 50/50 but he says he is cool and he will wait.
So the game moves along and the table stays pretty hot. He finally gets his turn and he puts $100 on the pass line. This is about 25 years ago and it was a pretty big bet but by no means a monster.
So he throws and gets to a point . He throws some more and makes the point. He has 200 ( no odds just the pass line). He throws an eleven and we are all going fricking nuts with are Yo's and Worlds and s h i t.
Now he has $400 on the pass line. Dude rolls a nine. He then proceeds to hold the dice for about 30 minutes. Number after number after number. The table is going fing nuts and all the players are hitting Comes and Numbers like no tomorrow. I am up about 2G's. The old man is simply getting pissed off. The table has so much action that each role is now taking a minute or two to divvy up all the loot and he just wants to throw again. He is yelling at the pit boss and stick man to "just give me the Goddam dice" but of course they cannot. Smoke is coming from his ears and his face is beet red, I seriously think he is going to stroke and ......the numbers just keep coming.
I am pressing and pressing and the thing is like a madhouse. The table is three deep and everyone is pressing up trying to get a view of all the action. FInally, the old man hits his point, 9.
The table erupts like crazy and we are all high fiveing and hugging. The stick man doubles my Dad up and he puts the money in his pocket and leaves.
People are trying to stop him but he is just done with the whole thing. The waiting and the low class stupid F's at Caesars. He claims he has never seen anything like it in his life. Guy offers him a black to just keep throwing but he takes it as just another insult and storms off.....
I pull down all my chips and go after him with a smile on my face , my pockets stuffed with one of my best paydays ever and a story for the ages.
That is the thing about Dads, they are all unique individuals He was my rock and my light and I miss him terribly.
We are in Vegas and the old guy liked the Craps. He only liked it when he shot though and he only had one bet, pass line and let it ride for three times, then cash it out.
So we are all drunk and playing at Caesars. The table is actually pretty hot and me and my friends are doing quite well playing all kinds of exotic craps BS. The old man is just sitting there and waiting his turn. I ask him if he wants to ride with me for a hundred and play some numbers and s h i t 50/50 but he says he is cool and he will wait.
So the game moves along and the table stays pretty hot. He finally gets his turn and he puts $100 on the pass line. This is about 25 years ago and it was a pretty big bet but by no means a monster.
So he throws and gets to a point . He throws some more and makes the point. He has 200 ( no odds just the pass line). He throws an eleven and we are all going fricking nuts with are Yo's and Worlds and s h i t.
Now he has $400 on the pass line. Dude rolls a nine. He then proceeds to hold the dice for about 30 minutes. Number after number after number. The table is going fing nuts and all the players are hitting Comes and Numbers like no tomorrow. I am up about 2G's. The old man is simply getting pissed off. The table has so much action that each role is now taking a minute or two to divvy up all the loot and he just wants to throw again. He is yelling at the pit boss and stick man to "just give me the Goddam dice" but of course they cannot. Smoke is coming from his ears and his face is beet red, I seriously think he is going to stroke and ......the numbers just keep coming.
I am pressing and pressing and the thing is like a madhouse. The table is three deep and everyone is pressing up trying to get a view of all the action. FInally, the old man hits his point, 9.
The table erupts like crazy and we are all high fiveing and hugging. The stick man doubles my Dad up and he puts the money in his pocket and leaves.
People are trying to stop him but he is just done with the whole thing. The waiting and the low class stupid F's at Caesars. He claims he has never seen anything like it in his life. Guy offers him a black to just keep throwing but he takes it as just another insult and storms off.....
I pull down all my chips and go after him with a smile on my face , my pockets stuffed with one of my best paydays ever and a story for the ages.
That is the thing about Dads, they are all unique individuals He was my rock and my light and I miss him terribly.
We are in Vegas and the old guy liked the Craps. He only liked it when he shot though and he only had one bet, pass line and let it ride for three times, then cash it out.
So we are all drunk and playing at Caesars. The table is actually pretty hot and me and my friends are doing quite well playing all kinds of exotic craps BS. The old man is just sitting there and waiting his turn. I ask him if he wants to ride with me for a hundred and play some numbers and s h i t 50/50 but he says he is cool and he will wait.
So the game moves along and the table stays pretty hot. He finally gets his turn and he puts $100 on the pass line. This is about 25 years ago and it was a pretty big bet but by no means a monster.
So he throws and gets to a point . He throws some more and makes the point. He has 200 ( no odds just the pass line). He throws an eleven and we are all going fricking nuts with are Yo's and Worlds and s h i t.
Now he has $400 on the pass line. Dude rolls a nine. He then proceeds to hold the dice for about 30 minutes. Number after number after number. The table is going fing nuts and all the players are hitting Comes and Numbers like no tomorrow. I am up about 2G's. The old man is simply getting pissed off. The table has so much action that each role is now taking a minute or two to divvy up all the loot and he just wants to throw again. He is yelling at the pit boss and stick man to "just give me the Goddam dice" but of course they cannot. Smoke is coming from his ears and his face is beet red, I seriously think he is going to stroke and ......the numbers just keep coming.
I am pressing and pressing and the thing is like a madhouse. The table is three deep and everyone is pressing up trying to get a view of all the action. FInally, the old man hits his point, 9.
The table erupts like crazy and we are all high fiveing and hugging. The stick man doubles my Dad up and he puts the money in his pocket and leaves.
People are trying to stop him but he is just done with the whole thing. The waiting and the low class stupid F's at Caesars. He claims he has never seen anything like it in his life. Guy offers him a black to just keep throwing but he takes it as just another insult and storms off.....
I pull down all my chips and go after him with a smile on my face , my pockets stuffed with one of my best paydays ever and a story for the ages.
That is the thing about Dads, they are all unique individuals He was my rock and my light and I miss him terribly.
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