Wow. Great stories. I used to play golf with Earl Anthony, who was trying to be a major league pitcher when he hurt his arm, couldn't throw overhand, and started to bowl in his early twenties. He went on to becom the PBA player of the year six times. Earl, who was from Tacoma, Washington, once told me that he and his friends would drive down the I-5 corridor looking for money games. I doubt that there were as many, or any, thugs betting on the action, but The Earl was a tough guy.