Bob Newhart

When given the opportunity to drive 7.5 hours round trip to see an hour show of a man 80 years old I would say most people would sign up and get right in the car. Luckily the tickets were free and off we went to tahoe. My trip started well when we got there just in time to bet the Belmont and I picked the winner on a big 2 dollar bet. 25 bucks, we going sizzla. My budd who did not want to gamble but enjoyed watching me lose saw me play my least favorite game, blackjack and give back that 25 and a bit more. Then we went to dinner, me down 45 bucks, so, just enough to brood but not enough to be angry unless you have a problem.

We go back, I play craps, because, hey, what else will we do for the hour before the show. My buddy watches me with the shooter to my right. The guy gets the point, I put out my bets, one number hits, my buddy asks, so, hey, you want those numbers to come up before the 7 right? Well, crap, craps, shooter out, my turn to shoot. I kindly tell him to go away and commence my rolling. For the next 45 minutes I hit point after point and get number after number. My buddy shows up with about 15 minutes more before the show. This is when I get gas. My buddy standing behind me is not happy with this but recognizes the gravity of the situation and only grimaces. I turn ot the wife of the man to my left who has made a few hundred dollars and apologize, she replies, it's okay, with how you are rollin you can do whatever you want. The raw eggs smell permeated the air for the next 15 minutes as I continued to roll. At 730 exactly, I get a 7, grab my chips to a loud cheer from the table and go watch Newhart. What a rush, until we get the showroom and see an opening act of a 75 year old woman singing and dancing and telling us about her hips and sexlife. All good runs must come to an end.