Poker

[RSteve]

I don't play poker. I don't gamble at all, actually. One of my friends plays poker at a local Indian Casino several days a week. He says he absolutely loves it. I asked him how much his poker hobby costs him. His reply surprised me, 'cause few guys will admit to their losses. He said, "For me, the wins and losses are a push. I enjoy the game, the guys who play, and the fact that I can play for hours and break even."

 

[Ranger107]

I'm not a gambler either but I do enjoy playing poker. Used to live playing quarter limit poker with my ex wifes father and brothers. When I was with the airlines and could go to Las Vegas for practically nothing I would go to the Barbary Coast late at night. I could play for several hours and pretty much break even. Fairly cheap entertainment.

 

[Natch]

I also am not a gambler. I worked at the Grand Canyon for years and meet my groups that flew into Vegas. Probably spent well over 100 nights in Vagas and put one quarter into a slot (to make a point to my girlfriend at the time), pulled the handle, and walked away. I'm convinced that Vagas survives on the human weakness of not admitting that they lose money. If 99% of the people either break even or make money (as I've been told by the people I've asked), the city would close down in a day.

 

[Ranger107]

I also am not a gambler. I worked at the Grand Canyon for years and meet my groups that flew into Vegas. Probably spent well over 100 nights in Vagas and put one quarter into a slot (to make a point to my girlfriend at the time), pulled the handle, and walked away. I'm convinced that Vagas survives on the human weakness of not admitting that they lose money. If 99% of the people either break even or make money (as I've been told by the people I've asked), the city would close down in a day.

True. They don't pay the light bill off of winners. The only reason I broke even was that I had the resolve to get up and leave whether I was winning or losing.

 

[RSteve]

Probably spent well over 100 nights in Vegas and put one quarter into a slot (to make a point to my girlfriend at the time), pulled the handle, and walked away.

Many years after my father died, his elderly widow and her daughter traveled to Vegas for the "experience." Several family members pitched in to make the trip possible. The women agreed that they'd gamble until they either lost $400 combined or were $400 ahead. For shitz and grins, my brother-in-law, my nephew, my brother and I each pitched in one silver dollar for the gals to throw in a dollar slot. When the two ladies arrived at their hotel, my dad's widow walked up to the first dollar slot she saw, put in one of the silver dollars and pulled the arm on the slot. She hit a jackpot. Neither of the women divulged the actual winnings, but I was told Dad's widow said to her daughter, "We're way past $400 in winnings, so what are we going to do while we're here?"