Word on the Las Vegas Strip is that Steve "Heavy" Haltom stole all the material for his craps courses and most of what he copies onto his message board -- Axis Power Craps Forum on-line ... it seems Heavy does not mind crossing legal borders as long as he benefits ..... maybe it's time a joint legal letter is AGAIN sent to Heavy and Irishsetter -- similar to the one they both received just a few years ago ..... I was in the room when both Heavy and Irishsetter were laughing about that legal letter, saying they were not scared ........
it seems the Captain Bligh name for Heavy is most appropriate considering he has a practice of regularly Pirating anything craps related .......... consider this story posted on the gaming today website on September 22, 2009:
Quote: Vic Vickrey enjoyed the 'boots' story
Gaming Insider by Phil Hevener | Vic Vickrey
Vic Vickrey loved the story of the $500 shoeshine, reflecting, as it did, the personalities and extravagance associated with freewheeling high-rollers having the time of their life in Las Vegas.
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As for the shoeshine story …
You’re not gonna believe this," Vickrey said, calling me on an afternoon in the early 1980s, when he was running the Aladdin for co-owner Ed Torres. "Don’t know that I’ve ever seen anything like this."
And he explained the whiskey-soaked saga of several high-spirited gamblers, wealthy oilmen from the Midland-Odessa area of West Texas who had been at the Aladdin the previous weekend. Vickrey had been at home asleep when a casino supervisor called, saying he might want to get over to the casino so he could give Torres the facts about what was happening when the Aladdin owner returned from travels that had taken him out of town.
Torres had a reputation for not taking bad news well. Vickrey was aware of this as he dressed and drove to the Aladdin where he found his West Texas "buddies" enjoying themselves in a way that is only possible when they are big winners and the drinks are on the house.
Vickrey approached them to say hello, saying he hoped they were enjoying the evening although it was perfectly clear they were and then he stepped away to let them continue their noisy partying.
One of the gamblers – we’ll call him Joe – left his seat at the blackjack table and walked unsteadily in the direction of the men’s room, eventually returning to sit down and continue his play.
It was several minutes before it hit Vickrey: Where were Joe’s boots? He was barefoot and the custom-made boots that Vickrey knew had cost well over a thousand dollars were nowhere near the table.
So Vickrey walked back to Joe and, keeping his tone casual, asked what had happened to his boots.
"Gave them to your boy in the restroom for a shine," shoeless Joe slurred, as though this took care of any further need for explanations.
Oh-oh Vickrey said to himself, knowing full well there was no shoeshine person on duty in the hotel at that time of night. Vickrey hurried to the restroom.
He checked the trash cans in and near the bathroom. No sign of the boots. No sign of anyone standing around with a pair of expensive cowboy boots in his hand.
This is not good, Vickrey thought, heading to his office where he made calls to nearby casinos, telling them to detain anyone trying to cash a $500 Aladdin chip. There was not much else to be done, but Vickrey checked and re-checked trash cans, hoping he could at least get Joe’s boots back to him.
Vickrey was standing near the Aladdin’s front door pondering the bad news he would have to deliver to shoeless Joe when an African American man in a suit and tie walked in the front door and stopped to scan the casino as though he was looking for someone.
What caught Vickrey’s attention was the pair of cowboy boots in a plastic bag the man was holding in one hand. The man started in the direction of shoeless Joe’s table as Vickrey hurried over and grabbed him by the arm.
"Excuse me."
Vickrey introduced himself and said he was looking for a pair of cowboy boots that looked very much like the pair in the plastic bag.
"Well, I’m guessing they are," the man said, going on to explain that he was a realtor from Oakland in town on a convention and had been washing his hands in the Aladdin bathroom a couple hours earlier when, "This drunk cowboy takes off his boots, tosses them at me and tells me to shine them up good."
The man said he was seriously tempted to toss the boots back at the cowboy, except the cowboy flipped him a $500 chip.
"Well," he said, "I’m at a loss for words, but my mama didn’t raise no fool so I came outside and asked the cab driver where I could get a shoeshine this time of night. The cab driver says you might have to go down to the Union Plaza."
Vickrey was struggling to absorb all this.
"So I told the driver, let’s go to the Union Plaza. I got them shined and what’s more I won another $200 playing slots while I was waiting."
The visitor looked at the stunned Vickrey who managed a nod and said he guessed that was explanation enough.
"Now, if you’ll excuse me," the man said, "I want to get these boots back to the cowboy over there."
And he did, Vickrey watching as Joe slipped the boots back on like a man who had gotten nothing more or less than the service he had requested.
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http://www.gamingtoday.com/articles/article/22951-Vic_Vickrey_enjoyed_the_boots_story
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now Exhibit 2 -- on Heavy's website, he PIRATES the same story just 3 weeks later as if in his own words and WITHOUT a reference to gaming today :
Heavy
Administrator
The Shine Man
« Thread Started 10/11/09 at 9:26pm »
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Many years ago, when the late Vickery was the manager of the (old) Aladdin he got a call from his shift manager telling him there was a problem with a couple of wealthy oil men from Texas and that he might want to get down there to handle it personally. When Vickery arrived at the casino he saw the Texans enjoying the company of several young ladies and drinking (and celebrating loudly) the way Texans on a winning streak tend to do. Vickery took charge of the Texans hoping to quiet them down a bit. One of the gamblers indicated he "had to go," got up from the blackjack table and staggered toward the men's room. Several minutes later he staggered back, and Vickery noticed that the player was not barefoot.
"What did you do with your boots?" Vickery asked.
"I gave 'em to your boy in the bathroom to shine," he said. He went on to tell Vickery that the boots were hand-made in Del Rio, Texas and had cost him over $2500. "I gave that boy $500 in advance to shine 'em up real good."
Vickery knew there was no shine man on duty at the Aladdin at time of night, so he rushed to the men's room and started digging through the trash, looking for the boots. No boots.
He got on a house phone and called the cage, instructing them to detain any African Americans cashing a $500 chip. He called security and told them to be on the look out for a black male carrying a pair of cowboy boots. Then he went back to searching trash cans, praying he could find the missing boots.
He had worked his way up near the front door of the casino when he saw a well-dressed African American gentleman walk in. He was carrying what appeared to be a pair of cowboy boots in a plastic bag. Vickrey hurried over and grabbed the man by the arm.
"Excuse me," he said and introduced himself. He explained that one of his customers had misplaced a pair of very expensive boots that looked very much like the pair in the bag.
"I supposed they are," the man said. "I'm a Realtor over in Oakland and I'm over here with a convention this weekend. I was in the restroom washing my hands when this drunk cowboy staggered in, took off his boots and tossed them to me along with a $500 chip and said "shine 'em up good." I was seriously tempted just to throw the boots back at him. Then I saw that $500 chip. I was at a loss for words, but momma didn't raise no fool. I told him I'd get 'em shined right up for him, then came out, got a cab and asked the driver where I could get a shine this time of night. "Union Plaza," the cabbie said, and off we went. Not only did I make $500 from the cowboy - I won $200 at slots while I was waiting on the shine man to finish up the boots. And now if you'll excuse me, I see the man these boots belong to right over there."
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http://axispower.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=lounge&action=display&thread=8370
....... guess them teachers in Arkansas teach the fine craft of plagiarism -- or is that Pirateism
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