Las Vegas, Where We Start

Since the semifinals were scheduled to begin theVegas Sun, another favorite. I was considered an
next morning, the tie-breaking games had to beunderdog. Toward the end of my gin rummy
played that same night. Fourteen tired playersgame with Lass man, when we were both within
reported to a banquet room at the Sands for thetwenty-five points of victory, I heard a loud cry
tie-breaking games which started about eightfrom the audience watching play at the other
o'clock at night. I understand there was antable. One of the officials walked by as I was
additional player with 15 and 5 who, for reasons Ishuffling the cards. "What happened?" I asked him.
have never learned, did not show up. Possibly heHe informed me, "Mr. Sleater needed a few points
threw in the towel too soon by not waiting to findto go out and made a quick knock, but Mr. Shubin
out if fifteen wins would make the grade. I wonundercut him."
one of the six open finalist spots in the play thatActing strictly on a hunch, I made a mental note
night. Another of the spots was won by Bertthat I would not nsk losing the game by an
Shubin, a realtor from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada,undereut. I would wait for Lass man to knock or
whom I was to see again in the final match. TheI'd get gin on him. It was a decision I was never
next day I breezed along to reach the semifinals.to regret. After a few minutes I was able to
The other three survivors were José Lassknock. But I didn't. A few plays later Lass man
man, a Mexico City sweater manufacturer; Ronaldpicked a card from the deck and dropped it face
Sleater, Sati Lake City businessman; and Bertdown-meaning it was a hot card. Instead of
Shubin.putting it in his hand and studying it and taking bis
The semis and finals were covered by closedtime, he seemed to panic and threw it in the
circuit television cameras. The audience followeddiscard pile.
each card player on large TV screens. This actedI picked it up faster than I ever picked up a card
as a slight healing balm to the kibitzers, but theyin my life, went gin-and I was in the finals. Later I
stii fidgeted and whispered excitedly amongmet Lass man. He was wandering around in a
themselves, casting longing glances at the areadaze mumbling, "I should have won... I should have
directly behind the players' chairs. Veteran ginwon." He sorrowfully related that he had his cards
enthusiasts called my contest with Joséanalyzed and that if I hadn't played my intuitive
Lass man the most exciting game of the entireflash and had knocked, he had a layoff on my
Tournament. Lass man was a strong favorite tohand that, while it wouldn't have given him the
win the tournament. Earlier in the day he hadgame, would have stopped me from going out.
elemi note Hank Green spun, editor of the Las