Up to this time, I was hot and hammering the casino for three days and Skinny was damn good too, but Stickman just wasn't being the Stickman we all know and love.

Until today...nuclear! He caught fire.

In the 6AM morning session, he rolled a 26 and 27 back-to-back, hitting those sixes and eights like they were going out of style. He ravished them in Pai Gow and at blackjack, after dipping low, he came back like a tornado, scooping up chip after chip after chip.

He had another two great sessions at craps that afternoon and evening. He won again at Pai Gow and blackjack.

When the play ended, the Stickman had risen from the ashes, again the irresistible force of advantage-play at craps, blackjack and Pai Gow poker. Skinny was good Thursday too...but I stunk. I sevened out quickly in the morning and afternoon and refrained from shooting that evening. I just didn't have it. I got my ass kicked in blackjack and lost a small amount at Pai Gow.

Oh, well, you can't kill the casinos every day, even though I'd like to.

The trip was an economic success, but more important, a great time with two friends and fellow Horsemen or, as we are now known in the steakhouse, the Three Kings of Atlantic City.