Chapter 4 Chapter Four

Jeff threw all the cards in his hand face up on the dark green coverlet of the Holiday Inn.The fingers then popped the cards out of the old deck as fast as they could, as Frank murmured in the hypnotic tone Jeff had become familiar with: add four, add four, add five, add four, add three, add three, add Three, add four, add three, add four, add five stop!The hidden card is the ace. Jeff turned square A over slowly, and they both laughed. ha!Frank laughed wildly. He slapped the coverlet so hard that he flicked all the playing cards into the air.We're best mates, man, we're invincible!

Would you like a beer? No need to ask! Jeff straightened up with his legs spread, and walked across the room toward the cooler on the table.The curtains of the first-floor room were open, and Jeff was prying open the caps on two bottles of Coors beer, staring admiringly at his shiny new car parked in the parking lot of the Tukkali Hotel. The gray Studebaker Avami (Annotation: 1962-63, designed and manufactured by the American Studebaker company), the sports car Avami, is famous for its stylish appearance. ). The car has drawn curious looks and comments all the way from Atlanta, and it's likely to attract the same attention on its way to Las Vegas.Jeff feels completely at home in the car, even taking some solace in the futuristic design and instrumentation.The extremely long-nosed, truncated-back machine would have been the latest sports car to catch the eye in 1988, and he seems to recall that there was still an independent in the 1980s producing limited editions Avanti.For him in 1963, this car was like a time travel companion, a luxurious protective shell wrapped in the image of his era.If the old Chevrolet evokes nostalgic memories, Avanti evokes a strong nostalgia for the future.

Hello, isn't the beer ready yet? coming. He handed Frank a cold beer and took a swig of his own.As soon as Médoc graduated at the end of May, they hit the road immediately.Jeff hasn't been to class for a long time and has been expelled, but he doesn't care at all.Medoc wanted to go south, stopping in New Orleans for a few days to celebrate, but Jeff insisted on taking the more direct route, detouring through Birmingham, Memphis, and Little Rock.On the outskirts of the city, there is a section of newly opened interstate highway every few hundred miles, with a speed limit of 70 or 75. These gentle and wide remote roads allow Jeff to play the Avanti with a top speed of 160 miles per hour. to the extreme.

and Judy.The night Gordon's appointment ended early, Geoff had been depressed and confused, only to be dispelled by the joy of Derby's victory.After that night, except for passing her by on campus, he never saw her again.He no longer worries about how to explain his precise predictions, except that sometimes when he wakes up in the morning, his head will think about the answers that he can't find.Whatever the truth, at least he now had proof that the future he realized was more than a fantasy. So far, Jeff has been able to deflect the question that Frank is asking: What allowed him to predict so well and win so spectacularly?Medoc now thought Jeff was a handicapped seer who knew some arcane method of prediction.This impression was reinforced by Jeff's refusal to continue betting on the Priakness Marseille, which was held two weeks after Derby.He was sure that Shaddock would win two of the year's Triple Crown series, but could not remember which horse lost which of the following Derby races, so despite Frank's protests, Jeff insisted on watching By.As a result, Candy Blob won the race by three and a half horse lengths.Now Jeff is not only sure who the winner of the Belmont Maffey is, but also sure that the resurgence of candy spots will definitely make Shaddock's odds skyrocket again.

Gambling gave Jeff a new sense of mission, allowing himself to temporarily withdraw from the quagmire of metaphysics and philosophy, and no longer try to dig out the solution to the current situation.If he wasn't already insane, continuing to brood over unexplainable things would eventually drive him mad.Gambling is a double-stare thing, and it's comfortingly straightforward: win or lose, right or wrong, simple and clear, no ambiguity, no guesswork; especially when you already know the outcome in advance. Frank picked up the scattered cards and was cutting and shuffling them.Well, he said, let's play with two decks!

OK, why not?Jeff straddled a chair next to the bed.He took the cards and reshuffled them, then dealt them. Plus one, plus one, zero, plus one, zero, minus one, minus two, minus two, minus three, minus two Jeff listened contentedly to the familiar voice and continued to count the number of ones and tens issued.Frank was feverishly reciting diagrams from a new book called "Beat the Dealer," about blackjack winning strategies developed by computers.Jeff knew from reading it himself how powerful this type of card counting can be.By the 1970s, U.S. casinos had banned players using such technology.But in this day and age, players of any card counting skill are still regarded as fat sheep, welcomed by dealers and casino supervisors.Frank should be able to play well and break even at worst; if the excitement of winning at the blackjack tables keeps him focused on the game, it may distract him a bit, but not so much that Jeff is looking forward to playing at Bell. Amazing victory at Monte Marseille.

Minus one, zero, plus one stop!The dark card is ten. Jeff showed Frank the Club J show, and the two clapped and cheered.Frank drank the beer and put the can on the bedside table beside the half-dozen empty cans.Hey, he said, there's a drive-in theater we're passing that's showing Agent 7, want to see it? Come on, Frank, how many times have you seen that movie? Three or four times, and it gets better each time. That's enough.I can't stand James.Bond is gone. Frank looked at him suspiciously.What are you talking about? fine.I just don't want to go, the car will be opened for you, and the key will be on the TV.

Something is wrong, are you mourning the Pope?I didn't know you were Catholic. Jeff laughed and reached for his shoes.What the hell are you talking about, okay I'll go.At least not Roger.Played by Moore. Roger.What the hell is Moore? He will go to heaven one day. Frank shook his head, then frowned.Our topic is the Pope is dead, or James.Bond, or what?You know, man, sometimes I really don't know what the fuck you're talking about. I don't know either, Frank, I don't know either.Let's go to the movies.We just needed an escape from reality. The next day they took turns driving Avanti, all the way to the casino.Jeff has never been to Nevada. Compared with the dance shows in the 1980s that he remembered in movies and TV shows, the strip dance halls decorated with neon lights look deserted and less luxurious and gaudy.This is Howard.Hughes (Annotation: Howard Hughes, the legendary American tycoon, started in the aviation industry, and began to intervene in the operation of Las Vegas casinos in the 1960s.) He knew the previous casinos. This is the large-scale creation of Hilton and MGM. , The casino in front of the decent casino hotel.Now occupying a small piece of surreal world on Route 604 in Nevada, are the low-rise but vibrant buildings left over from the post-war gambling era, such as famous casinos such as sand dunes, tropical rainforests and beaches.Rat Party (Annotation: Rat Pack, in the 1960s, led by popular entertainer Frank Sinatra, began to gang up with Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jr., etc. Brought to Las Vegas for a long-term show, this group of entertainers known as the Rat Party together made Las Vegas a paradise of entertainment and a symbol of the golden age of Las Vegas.) In Las Vegas The era of singing and singing every night seems to have stepped out of the old-school gangster movies. The swing dance music with finger snapping as the beat is vaguely melodious behind the scenes, and there is still a hint of stimulating sin in the hot and dry air.They checked in at the Flamingo Hotel and deposited 16,000 U.S. dollars in cash in the hotel's casino.The assistant manager of the hotel was as obsequious as a pug dog, letting them live in a three-room suite for free, and entertaining them with food and drink during their stay.

Frank spent the evening observing the blackjack tables: the decks used, the rules for splitting and doubling, the speed at which the game was played, and the personalities of the different dealers.Jeff watched with him for a while, got bored, and started wandering around the casino, taking in the strange atmosphere of the place.Everything is dreamlike: brightly colored chips symbolizing huge sums of money, well-clothed men and women bluffing with desperation beneath their sexy bluffs, flaunting the endless wealth of spending thousands of dollars. Jeff returned to the room early and watched "Jack.The Pyle Show" (Annotation: Jack Paar (Jack Paar) is a famous American radio and television host. Since 1956, he has hosted a talk show named after himself on the ABC Broadcasting Network.) sleep caught.Waking up the next morning, he found Frank was pacing and muttering to himself in the living room of the suite, flipping through a stack of temporary memory cards from time to time.

Go to breakfast together? Frank shook his head.I want to recite these things one last time and go to the gaming tables before noon.I want to catch the big fish before the morning shift is over and the dealer starts to get alerted to slip away. Makes sense, good luck.I'll probably stay near the pool.Remember to let me know how things are going. Jeff sat alone at a table for six in the hotel dining room eating breakfast, reading the Racing News.He was pleased to note that Shaddock's odds on Belmont were still climbing, but he didn't remember any of the other big and small races mentioned in the papers.He wolfed down a plate of double scrambled eggs and a side of thick sliced ​​ham, then a large muffin and a third of a glass of milk.In recent years he has gotten into the habit of skipping breakfast, or grabbing a Danish and sipping his first cup of coffee on the way to work, one of the many cups he drinks throughout the day.But now this brand new young body had an appetite of its own, and he had to.

When Jeff went back to his room to change into his swimsuit, Frank had already gone to the casino.He grabbed a large towel and a copy of Visual Life magazine, stopped by the gift department of the hotel to buy a bottle of Chaboton's sunscreen (notice that it didn't have an SPF label), and lay down on a deck chair by the pool. He saw her immediately: wet black hair, sculpted cheekbones. She has plump and firm breasts, a slender waist, and elegant and curvy long legs.She stepped out of the pool, smiling, glistening in the desert sun, and walked toward Jeff. Hi, she said hello, is this chair available? Jeff shook his head and gestured for her to sit down beside him.She lay down with her back straight and gently spread her dripping wet hair over the back of the deck chair to dry. can i buy you something to drinkJeff asked, secretly hoping his eyes wouldn't linger too long and too clearly on her beaded body. no thanks.Still looking directly at Jeff with a smile, she eased the embarrassment of the rejection, she said.I just had a bloody mary and the heat is making me a little sleepy. It was always like this before you got used to it, he agreed. Where did you come from? I live in Illinois, just outside of Chicago.But I've been here for a few months and I think I might be around for a while.And you? I live in Atlanta now, he told her, but I grew up in Florida. Oh, then I guess you must be used to the bright sun here? I'm quite used to it.He shrugged. I have been to Miami several times.It's nice there, and I hope there's a place like this for you guys to play around with. I grew up in Orlando. where is that?she asked. Near Jeff was almost going to say Disneyland, but fortunately he changed it to Kennedy Corner in time, although he knew that the real name of the place was not Kennedy Corner, even in 1988, the name had already been changed back.Close to Cape Canaveral.Finally he said.His hesitation seemed to confuse her a bit, but the awkward moment passed quickly. So have you ever seen a rocket launch?she asked. of course.He said he was thinking about that time in 1969 when he and Linda drove to see the Apollo 11 launch. Do you think they could actually land on the moon, as they say? Maybe.he smiles.By the way, my name is Jeff, Jeff.winston. She stretched out her slender hand without a ring, and he held her finger for a while. i am sharaBaker.She withdrew her hand, stroked her still damp straight hair and slid it down the nape of her neck.What do you do in Atlanta? Well, I'm actually still in college.But I intend to work as a journalist. She grinned, with a sense of intimacy in her smile.Or a college student?Your mommy and daddy must have spent a lot of money to send you to college and get you to Las Vegas. no.He replied, on the other hand, he found it quite interesting.The girl's age will not be more than twenty-two or three years old, but he automatically considers the age gap from another age point.I came here to spend my own money and won it at the KFC Derby. She raised her delicate eyebrows, obviously impressed by the words.Really?So you came here by car? yes, what? Her long, tanned arms rested lazily on top of her head, her breasts exposed beneath conservative, dated swimwear.For Jeff, the aphrodisiac effect was as if she was wearing a revealing French-cut design swimsuit from the 80s, or naked. It just occurred to me that maybe we could hide from the sun for a while, she said, maybe go for a drive at Lake Mead.Interested? Shara lived in a tidy little two-story apartment near the Paradise and Rainforest casinos, sharing it with a girl named Becky, who worked at the airport desk from four in the afternoon until the early hours of the morning.Except for hanging out at the casino at night or lounging by the hotel pool in the afternoon, Shara seemed to have nothing to do. She's not a whore, she just likes to have a good time like a casino girl and doesn't mind a small gift or a handful of chips now and then.Jeff spent most of the next four days with her, and he bought her a few small presents, a silver anklet, a leather bag in the right color to match her favorite dress, but she never spoke. Mention money.They went boating on the lake, drove to the Rock Dam, and went to the Desert Hotel to see Frank.Cabaret show in the Sina district. Most of the time they are having sex.In her apartment, in Jeff's suite at the Flamingo Hotel, they made love frequently and enjoyed unforgettable sex.Shara was the first person he'd slept with since the whole thing started, and the first sexual partner he'd had since marriage besides Linda.Shala's hunger for sex can be said to be a match made in heaven with him.Shala's sensuality is like Judy's shyness, and Jeff is deeply addicted to her indulgent lust and cannot extricate himself. Frank occasionally had fun with the errand girls, who were found in every hotel lounge or casino, but he spent most of his time at the blackjack tables, busy winning money.Before the start of the Belmont Marseilles, he had turned over nine thousand dollars in bets, and he generously gave Jeff a third of the bets, thanking him for providing the bets in the first place.The two of them now have a total of nearly twenty-five thousand dollars deposited in the hotel.Although Frank has some reservations.But he is still willing to participate in the plan that Jeff insists on, betting all the money on the horse race at once. The Saturday before the race, Jeff and Shara were by the pool at the Flamingo Hotel. You don't even watch TV?Seeing that Jeff had no intention of getting up from the rattan cushion, Shara asked. No need to go, I already know the result. you you!She laughed and slapped his ass.You rich college student think you know it all. If I'm wrong, there will be no money. Take your time, the time will come.As she spoke, she held out her hand to Chabotu's sunscreen. What's the meaning?Is it when I am wrong, or when I am poor? Hey, fool, I don't know.Here, wipe the back of my legs for me. Jeff had almost dozed off in the sun, and when Frank came out of the restaurant with a look of disbelief, his hand was resting on Shara's bare thigh.Jeff saw his friend's expression and got up quickly.Gosh, maybe they shouldn't bet it all. What's the matter, Frank?Jeff asked nervously. All the money, Frank said gruffly, all the fucking money. Jeff grabbed him by the shoulders.What happened?Tell me what's going on! Frank's lips moved back, and a weird half-smile appeared on his face.we won.he whispered. How much do you win? Thirteen thousand and seven. Jeff let out a sigh of relief and let go of Frank's arm. how did you do itFrank stared hard at Jeff's eyes and asked.How the hell did you do it?You've been right three times in a row. Just luck. Luck, fart.At the Derby, you bet all your money on Shaddock except for pawning the heirloom jewels.You must know what you just don't say, otherwise what's the reason? Shara bit her lower lip and looked at Jeff thoughtfully.You said you knew how it would turn out. Jeff didn't like the conversation diverting to this topic.Hey, he said with a smile, we might lose all our money next time, okay? Frank smiled again, curiosity apparently gone.You set an amazing record, boy, I will follow you to the ends of the earth.When are you going to have a big fight?Do you already have any good premonition? Yes, Jeff said, I have a hunch Shara's roommate is going to call in sick tonight, and the four of us are going to have a hell of a celebration.I'm betting on this now. Frank laughed and walked to the bar by the pool to order a bottle of champagne, while Siala rushed to call her roommate.Jeff sat back on the cushion, angry at himself for talking too much, and thinking about how to tell Frank that their gambler relationship was over, at least for this summer. Of course he wouldn't admit it, they didn't bet on any games anymore because he couldn't remember who was the winner. Jeff spreads a thin layer of citrus marmalade on top of the hot croissant, then nibbles off the crispy corner.From his balcony on the Boulevard Foch, he can see the Arc de Triomphe and the vast green spaces of the Bois de Boulogne, both within easy walking distance of his apartment. Sheila smiled at him from across the linen-covered breakfast table.She took a large strawberry from the plate, first dipped the strawberry in a bowl of whipped cream, then coated with powdered sugar, and then began to slowly lick the ripe berry, and when her lips covered the fruit, her eyes Still staring at Jeff steadily. Jeff put aside his reading of the International Vanguard Tribune to enjoy her strawberry improvisation.Anyway, the papers were full of depressingly familiar news.Kennedy delivered his famous speech "I am a Berliner" in the divided city east of Paris.In Vietnam, Buddhist monks began to take to the streets, offering themselves as human sacrifices to the Ngo Dinh Diem government. The first president of South Vietnam. In 1963, Buddhist monks in South Vietnam were increasingly dissatisfied with the government. The strong repression of the Wu regime deteriorated relations with the United States, and he was assassinated in an armed coup launched by the United States at the end of the year.) Protest . Shara dipped the strawberries in the thick whipped cream again, held the fruit with her open lips, and then licked off the white liquid that dripped with the tip of her tongue.Her silk gown was translucent in the morning light, and Jeff could see her nipples standing out against the thin weave. He rented the two-bedroom apartment in Paris's Nalys district throughout the summer, and apart from occasional excursions to Versailles or the Forest of Fontainebleau, they stayed in Paris.This is Shala's first trip to Europe, and Jeff and Linda once joined a tour group to Paris, and this time he hopes to experience the city in another way.He obviously got his wish: Shara's rich sensuality and Huadu's romantic atmosphere can be said to be a perfect combination.When the weather is fine, they stroll through the streets and alleys of the city, and have lunch at any small restaurant or coffee shop that looks the same; in summer, when it’s rainy, they nestle in a comfortable apartment, indulge in each other’s flesh, lazily After a long day, Paris outside the window, shrouded in the cold mist that should not be in this season, has become the perfect backdrop to set off their passionate love. In Shara's silky black hair, Jeff crushed his fears, buried his undiminished bewilderment in the soft undulations of her sweet scent. She looked at Jeff across the table with a mischievous gleam in her eyes, sensual in the way she swallowed plump strawberries in one mouthful.A small drop of bright red juice dyed her lower lip red, and she stretched out her slender fingers with long nails to slowly wipe away the juice. I want to go dancing tonight, she announced, and I'm going to dance with you in that new black dress with nothing underneath. Jeff let his eyes slide down the curvaceous body under the white silk robe.Nothing underneath? I might wear a pair of silk stockings, she said under her breath, and do the dance you taught me to do. Jeff grinned, brushing his fingertips over the smooth thighs exposed under his open robes.They had danced one night three weeks ago at a discotheque that had recently become popular, and Jeff had naturally led Shara in a twisty, erratic dance that would be the next decade. The dance that will develop.She got used to the dance style right away and added a few provocative moves of her own.The other couples, who danced the swing dance or the watusi, stepped aside in pairs to enjoy Jeff and Shara.At the beginning, everyone hesitated, but as the enthusiasm heated up, everyone began to dance a chaotic and loose sexy dance. Now, he and Shara would hang out at Chic Jimmy's or a slow-dancing club almost every other day, and she began to choose what to wear for the day based on the principle that she would best show her body on the dance floor.Jeff liked to watch her, and it was a lot of fun for the other dancers to imitate her moves, and even more and more, her clothes.What Jeff finds interesting is that he may have inadvertently changed the history of popular dance by simply going dancing with Shara one night, hastening the erotic revolution in women's fashion that would have appeared in the mid-to-late 1960s. She grabbed his hand and moved it between his thighs under the silk robe.His croissants and French coffee gradually lost their temperature at the table, and they were forgotten along with the mystery of time that had plagued him so much in the spring. When we got home, she whispered, I'll leave you the stockings. So, Frank asked, how was life in Paris? great.Jeff told him as he sat down in a spacious armchair in the Oak Room of the Plaza Hotel.I need a vacation like this.How is Columbia University? His old partner shrugged and motioned for the waiter to come.It seems that it is not easy as I expected.Or drink Jack Daniel's? Just tap to get it.The French have never heard of malt-fermented whiskey. Frank ordered a bourbon and helped Jeff with a Glenlivet.The faint sound of a violin wafts from the Palm Court through the open bar doors and dissipates in the lobby of an elegant old New York hotel.Against the background of peaceful music, you can occasionally hear the crisp sound of several cups and the soft beeping formed by the surrounding conversation. The sound absorption effect of the heavy curtains and luxurious leather in the hall blurred people's words . My first year in law school wasn't like the tavern I hang out with.Frank laughed. At least you leveled up from Moy & Joey.Jeff agrees. Is Shara coming with you? She went to see Beyond the Fringe today, and I told her we had Business needs to be discussed. You two hit it off, don't you? She's easy going and fun. Frank nodded and shook the cold drink that the waiter put in front of him.So, I guess you haven't seen that Emory girl you mentioned to me again? You mean Judy?Nope, the two of us were over before you and I went to Las Vegas.She's a nice girl, very nice, but naive.Too young. She's the same age as you, isn't she? Jeff watched him warily.You want to play Big Brother again, Frank?You think I can't handle Shara or something at my age? No it's not, it's just that you always amaze me, that's all.When I first met you, I thought you were just a brat who, among other things, had a lot to learn about horse racing, but you proved to me that you really have a knack for it.I mean, gosh, you win all that money, drive around leisurely in your Avanti, and take women like Shara to Europe sometimes you seem a lot older than your age. I thought now might be a good time to change the subject.said Jeff abruptly. Hey, listen, I didn't mean to offend.Shara is a rare girl and I'm so jealous of you.I just feel like you don't know, I feel like you mature faster than anyone I know.I say this not to make a value judgment on you.Damn, I guess you could take that as a compliment.I just feel that something is wrong, nothing else. Jeff deliberately relaxed his tense shoulders and leaned back in his chair with a glass in his hand.I guess it's because I have a lot of passion in life, he said, I want to do a lot of things and I want to do it quickly. I think you're running ahead of a bunch of gullible idiots already.You are stronger now.Hope you are doing well, as it is so far. Thanks, let's have a drink for this.They each raised their glasses of wine and silently agreed to treat the tension between the two of them as if it hadn't happened. Did you just mention that you told Shara that we were going to do business?Frank said. That's right. Frank took a sip of Scotch.Is that so? It depends.Jeff shrugged noncommittally. What's the situation? To see if you are interested in my proposal. After you managed to get these things done over the summer?You think I won't listen to your other crazy ideas? This idea is crazier than you can imagine. Let me hear it. The World Series starts in two weeks. Frank raised one eyebrow, I see, you want to bet on the Dodgers? Jeff paused.That's right. Hey, let's get serious.I mean, you did get right on the Derby and the Belmont, but stop messing around please!The Yankees have Mantle, Maris is back, or the first two games in New York, do you want to bet on the Dodgers?Impossible, man.Don't fucking even think about it. Jeff leaned forward and said softly but firmly: That's how it worked out.A shutout, and the Dodgers will stage a four-game winning streak. Frank frowned at him oddly.You are really crazy. No, I'm right.One, two, three, four, the Dodgers are on a winning streak.Among us is sure to be a super jackpot. Meaning, we might just have to go back to drinking with Moy and Joey. Jeff drained the last sip of his drink, leaned back in his chair, and shook his head.Frank continued to stare at him, as if trying to figure out what was driving Jeff crazy. Maybe a little bet, Frank said yes, I mean a few thousand dollars, maybe five thousand, if you've got a hunch. Bet it all.Jeff explained. Frank lit a Terridan, never taking his eyes off Jeff's face. What's the matter with you?Are you determined to lose or what?You know, good luck is limited after all. I can never be wrong about this, Frank.I will bet all my remaining money, and the conditions I will offer you are the same as the last business deal: I will pay the bet, you bet, and you will get 70% of the account.If you don't want to end, you have no risk at all. Do you know what your odds are? uncertain.And you? I can't remember at the moment.Well, it's definitely a juggling odds, and only fools who are easily fooled will bet. Why don't you make a phone call and ask about our current situation? I will, just out of curiosity. Then go, I'll wait for you here, order another drink for me.Don't forget, we don't just want to win one game.The Dodgers would win big. Frank returned within ten minutes of leaving. My bookie laughed at me, he said as he sat down and reached for a cold scotch, and he actually laughed at me loudly on the phone. What are the odds?Jeff asked quietly. Frank drank half a glass of wine in one breath, one hundred to one. Will you bet me? You really intend to do this, don't you?Not just kidding? I am 100% serious.Jeff said. What makes you so sure about your opinion on this matter?Do you know something that the rest of the world doesn't?Jeff blinked, trying to maintain a calm tone.I can't answer this question.I can only tell you that this is not just a hunch.This is a certainty. sounds suspicious, like Absolutely no wrongdoing was involved, I swear.You know they can't handle the World Series now, and even if they could, how would I know anything, unless the hell? But you talk like you know a lot. All I know is: we're not going to lose this bet, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely impossible. Frank watched Jeff intently, drank the rest of the whiskey in one gulp, and ordered another.Well, damn it, he murmured, before I met you last April, I thought I was going to be living on scholarship this year. What's the meaning? Meaning I think I'm going to join your stupid plan.Don't ask me why, by the end of the first game I might want to cut my head open to find out.But I have something to say. Speak. Stop talking nonsense like seven-thirds of the bill, you're going to gamble all your money, aren't you?Let's try our luck, both of us, and bet all the rest of the money we won from Las Vegas, including what I won from the table, no matter how much we win or how much we win Divide in half.OK? Deal, old partner. That October, it belonged to Kaufax and Treadsdale. .) Two people. Jeff took Sharra to Yankee Stadium for the first two games, and Frank couldn't even sit in front of the TV. The Dodgers won their first game 5-2, with Kaufix the pitcher.Standing on the mound the next day was Perranoski. The best value player in the game.) In the ace relief pitcher Long.Assisted by Peanowski, he allowed the Yankees a run back, but the Dodgers still won with 10 hits and four runs. Game 3, at Los Angeles Stadium, home of the Dodgers, was a classic played by Tresdale: He shut the Yankees 1-0, and the right-hander, nicknamed the big man by fans, kept Yankees batters to zero. And back.In six of the nine innings, only three hitters got on base off Tresdale's pitches. Game 4 was so close that even Jeff, watching color TV at the Peel Hotel in New York, was sweating.In this game, the Yankees pitched Whitney.Ford confronts Koufix again, and both of them pull out all the stops to fight it out.Legendary Yankees hitter Mitch.Frank Mantle and the Los Angeles Dodgers.Howard hit both home runs, making the game a tight one-to-one tie at the end of the seventh inning.Then Joey.Pepiton played in the Yankees third baseman Critter.Bol made a turnover when passing the ball, making the Dodgers' Jim.Killian had a chance at third base.The next hitter on the strike zone was Willie.Davis, on a deep center single from Davis, finally got Killian running back to the plate for the score. So the Dodgers defeated the Yankees in the World Series with four consecutive victories. Since the New York Giants defeated the Yankees in 1922, this team from New York has not had such a tragic record.It was also one of the greatest comeback games in baseball history, and it was as impossible for Jeff to forget it as it was for him not to remember his name. At Jeff's insistence, Frank handed over their $122,000 bets to twenty-three different bookmakers in six cities and eleven in Las Vegas, Lino, and San Juan. The casino separates the bets. Together they have won over $12 million in prize money.