![]() Not much has changed in this regard since my last visit. ![]() I only say that I was fully prepared to move on emotionally and give this giant money-sucking leech another chance when I made my first entrance into the MGM Grand in four years.Īnd so, last Tuesday night - prompted by an invite from poker pro-Karina Jett, the extraordinary hostess at the MGM Grand (probably the only wise executive decision they’ve ever made here was to hire Jett) - I decided to release those bitter bygones and set foot inside a casino that still owes me thousands of dollars.Īt 6:30 pm, I pulled into the MGM Grand parking lot. I won’t reopen those wounds and get into details now (see a future blog for that). It’s been the subject of columns in both local newspapers- the Las Vegas Sun and Las Vegas Review-Journal. My distaste for the MGM Grand and everything associated with the monstrosity is widely known and well-documented. The weekly tourney is a $120 buy-in H.O.R.S.E. What a terrible trade-off it turned out to be.Įach and every week, I receive a text message inviting me to play in a local poker tournament. ![]() The Mafia gradually moved out and the bean counters moved in. In the late 1960s, Howard Hughes’ ushered in a new era - the corporate-ownership of casinos. ![]()
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