Before I met Chip, I’d heard about him. It was the summer of 1973; he and his partner Danny Robison were playing / Stud over at the Stardust, and they were tearing up the game pretty good. Word had gotten around about him being a strong player, but I didn’t pay much mind to it. Without knowing Chip, I made him out to be a smart kid who came to town and happened to run really well. It happens all the time.

People get lucky until they stop being lucky, and then they lose their bankrolls. Funnily enough, I didn’t even think about being the one to bust him.