Binion's remembrances
Ah, the end of an era. I remember fondly how on many a trip when I 'd be running a little down due to the devil variance, nothing would get the BR goin' more than a quick hour or two at Binion's. The extra vigilance spent on watching out for seconds-serving dealers was more than made up for by the incredible penetration, high tolerance for bet spread, and of course who could forget the most liberal coffeeshop comping policies on the strip. I don't think I was ever refused a good meal, no matter how much I had played that trip. In fact, I was just at Binion's a few days before its closure earlier this year playing nothing but poker & still was able to get many a free meal from the 21 Pit based on nothing but an unfulfilled promise to play BJ after eating...
Well its certainly a good thing I play more Hold'em now than BJ (thank you, Griffin!) -- because I will still be able to enjoy the WSOP at Binion's without having to face the heartbreak of the bastardized Harrah's table games. But of course I will still walk down memory lane and do a slow, final walk around that hallowed 21 pit of yesteryear, trying my best to block out the 6:5 signs and CSM's that will undoubtedly be there in force. Yes, it certainly is the end of a card counter's dream store legacy... and all we have left are the stories we will tell eager young AP's as we sit around the fire, roasting marshmallows, talking about games gone by -- to the great shoe in the sky.
-hollywood dave.