Fishhead...I vaguely remember a strange runner frequently at Little Caesers who was nerdy with coke-bottle glasses who wore a cheap suit jacket and carried RAW bacon with him, which he snacked on from time-to-time. Did you know someone like that?
. Jolly Joe Sarno, maybe? Was he the same guy that was killed and his body dumped in the desert a few years ago ?
I was introduced to Jolly Joe by Mike Lowe who was with Gary Austin when they started their sports service The Austin Edge.
Gary still owes me money.
Fishhead...I vaguely remember a strange runner frequently at Little Caesers who was nerdy with coke-bottle glasses who wore a cheap suit jacket and carried RAW bacon with him, which he snacked on from time-to-time. Did you know someone like that?
I spend alot of times on the forums and this is a terrific thread.
In my younger days I was at the Little Caesers because it was cheap and the hot dogs were awesome. I made three plays and the ticket said 1) 1) and 2). I was freaking out because I paid 440 for the ticket and it looked like I wagered 4 dollars. The writer said don't worry about it they would take care of it.
They paid the full amount on the winning wagers and I guess it had to do with avoiding with the wagering tax that they wrote the wagers at 1/100ts h of the value. I guess after I was in Little Caesars for a month they thought I was a regular.
Fishead is one of my favorite posters of all time, wonder how many times he and I spoke at the Castaways without knowing each other. Castaways was a great joint.
Did Montana Mel die?
That's what I heard. He was a funny person and not bad at all unless you were Scotty Shithead from the Dust who hated him.
"Scotty"...the name alone makes him sound like an asshole. The only "Scotty" I ever knew that was worth his salt was a runner named "Scotty" from Scotland, who worked for a group out of Vegas and later ran around the Reno and Tahoe area.
Remember the circus that used to go on over there for the openers, all these runners drawing from a deck of cards, every degenerate in town packed in there,fights breaking out between dickheads with clipboards, etc. ?
I don't know what the climate is now as far as Vegas sportsbooks go, but in the era we're talking about, it wasn't too hard to find a sportsbook manager that would go on the take for $1000 to $1500 a week. They didn't even have to give you stuff too out of line. Just half-runs on baseball totals and the like, and take a little extra on certain numbers. Auditing wouldn't even notice anyways because most of them didn't even know what "7.5 over -120" means, as opposed to "7 flat". All you had to do was get the sportsbook manager, assistant manager, and a writer for it to be a go. They'd split the payoff up.
Joe Slyman is a good man and has always spoken good about you Mr. ScottyThere were two different Royals, side by side. The Royal Casino I worked at & The Royal Inn where Jim V worked owned by Mike Gaughn. My Royal was owned by Joe Slyman and was the epitome of a sharp joint, we never saw a square dollar. The money we handled was legendary and eventually led to the loss of Joes license. I was working in Reno when that happened. Our sportsbook was a burlesque theater at night and in the daytime we rearranged it into a very basic, spartan sportsbook. Joe NEVER turned down a bet, no matter how large, and would look at you with his sad eyes and ask "you want some more". Thats as far as I can go with this since the principals are still around.....ScottyS