Reminds me of a sunday night at Ceasars. Played Wolf Creek early in the day, went to Crazy Horse for the 19th hole and ended up at the Ceasars book and the late NFL game. The Browns were playing somebody. Being for KY and rooting for Tim Couch we took everything in our wallets and loaded up on the over. The total went over halfway thru the 2nd qtr. We were all raising hell. My buddy halfway passes out in the book. Some old timer comes up and says "your buddy has to go". My friend says "Ease up, Roy". He comes back with "my name is not Roy". I come back "No problem, thanks Roy". Needless to say, we got ran from Ceasars.
