The Wheel of Fortune dollar machines were all occupied. The craps games that were going were already crowded.
I gave the floorperson my initials and then went off in search of some other gambling game to whet my appetite while I waited.
Despite the late hour, the list for the game was as long as my arm. I was in no mood to go home still a loser, so I signed up to get in another game that was going that looked loose and wild with lots of big pots. Late one night at the Borgata in Atlantic City, my poker game broke up before I was even for the night.
