"Please do continue"
Well, uh, I don't know, maybe it's not a good idea. Ahhhh, hmmmmm, let's see, let me think about that a while......
OK
The way he'd get back at me later when I beat him out of a few measly bucks is when we got into the locker-room and got a drink he'd make me play backgammon.
I knew a little bit about this guy all my life, not the least reason being he was so damned rich but Dad filled me in the first time I sat down at the backgammon board with him. Dad said to be careful because he was not only one of the best at Bridge in the country or even the world it was about the same thing in Backgammon (funny how those top players are good at both).
Anyway I had to play against him in backgammon, but don't get me wrong back then I was a pretty fine backgammon player both normally and in a few tournaments. Except when we sat down at the table it wasn't like a two buck Nassau on the course, the stakes were seriously high but I guess I must have been too shy to say I couldn't really afford losing big but seeing as I'd never played him before unfortunately I didn't say that.
Man, was he good---and fast, really, really fast. Later Dad told me he basically had a mind like a well-oiled IBM machine. He didn't have to think for even a second just boom, boom, boom and actually he got a little rude when I had to think by rattling the dice in his cup and figdetting around impatiently. And in about 20-25 minutes he beat me about 4-6 games in rapid succession where the cube got pretty far up there and basically he was skinning me alive monetarily---frighteningly high. And then all of a sudden he demands his money up to that game (had it all in his head) he jumps up and runs behind the bar and out the door.
I said to Dad---what the hell was that all about and Dad said his helicopter arrived right on the minute (as he demanded) and he was out here on his way back to PB.
So in the future when he made me play him for those high stakes in backgammon in those sessions that always seemed to last 20-25 minutes until his helicopter arrived (it was pretty interesting how you could hear it as it hovered down in the back of the clubhouse) what I'd do almost every time is take his double right out the gate and then I'd launch immediately into these mammoth rope-a-dope like "back games" that generally take about 5-6 times longer than a normal game and that way I could hold it to just the loss of one game in those 20-25 minute sessions before the helicopter arrived and he'd jump up and run behind the bar and out the door. On the way home my Dad would always say; "You held it down to a dull roar again---pretty clever of you."
That's how I became a real expert in the "back-game" in backgammon and how I generally managed not to get skinned alive in 20-25 minutes.