One of my favorite guy type Vegas story happened at Barbary Coast. My buddy Mike and I were playing blackjack. He was playing first base. I was playing third.
From the side door we see THE John Thompson enter. He is followed by Dikembe, Zo and Patrick. They get a private blckjack table next to us. After about forty-five minutes they leave.
People at my table are talking about basketball. mike says, Tell them your Patrick story."
I don't want to do it. The pit boss vcomes over and asks Mike, "Is it a good story?"
He says it is. The pit boss says tell the story.
so I start. It's about Patrick's visit to the Palestra as a frosh. There lots of rumors of how he got into G'town. As I started the story the p[it boss moved away.
Well the front row had Nova fans. They had placards saying "Patrik" "Ken" "U" "Reede" "Dis".
I related that TYhompson lost his mind and yelled at Rollie,"That's BS. Get the mto take those signs down."
All 5'6 of Rollie stood next to JT's 6'10. Rollie was smiliing,"John, I can't it's the 1st Amendement."
Thompson stormed away.
I finished the story by saying "Patrick could ball, but at 18 he was dumb as a fuckin rock."
As I finished the story, everybody roared. Mike has tears coming down his face. The pit boss came over with his comp sheet out, "How many people are here with you?"
I told him, "Three."
He wrote the comp,"If you make dinner, it's on me, have as many drinks as you want and don't leave atip."
I am completely puzzled. It was a decent story, but the hole table is roaring. I have no fucking clue what's going on until the lady next to me taps on the shoulder and points behind me.
Through the entire story Patrick was standing three feet from me.
He left. I started breathing again.
We had a great dinner and lots of drinks.
About two weeks later was my birthday. I went out to get the paper. there was a popup,balloon birthday card. The note said, "Happi bertda, C Uin Veegas, patric"
I can't believe Mike and his wife got up that early.
