In the spring of 1973, I was a freshman at CU in Boulder. One day, I got a phone call in my dorm room from a marketing company hawking portrait photography for a local studio, and they were running a contest. If I could answer three trivia questions, I'd "win" a trip to Vegas. I can remember the third question: which state had the first woman governor? I guessed Wyoming, was right, and "won" the trip. The trip turned out to be two nights in a slightly scuzzy motel just off the strip within walking distance of the Stardust, along with a bunch of coupons for free buffets, drinks and a night on the town. Although I was playing a lot of pool that year (9 ball and 14.1, hadn't learned one pocket yet), I didn't know much about the pro pool scene yet. I had been to the 1972 BCA 14.1 Open at the Chicago Sheraton and seen Crane, Mizerak, Balsis, Wimpy, and more, but I didn't know anything about other tournaments or the action scene. Most of my action was hustling poker games with college students in the dorms and co-ops, and I was doing pretty well at it. So I invited my poker buddy Jim to come with to Vegas so we could test our skills in the city of lost wages. We travelled with three girls I knew from school who needed a ride to the west coast so they could spring break in the Bay Area and then on to LA. I wanted to see my sister in Berkeley, so we piled into my 1966 Toronado and headed up to I80 in Wyoming and then turned left...next stop San Francisco. We drove all night, through a blizzard that stayed with us most of the way until SLC, and made up some lost time at 135 mph across the salt flats, and somehow survived. We dropped off the girls in Marin County, hung out in the Bay for a few days, and then headed south to Vegas with a plan to meet up with the girls in Vegas on their way back from LA. In Vegas, after checking into the fleabag motel, we hit the casinos...and they hit back...hard. We thought we knew how to play poker, but those boys took pretty much every penny we had during our first night out. If I can remember, between us we had brought about $300, as we grinded it out in a $4-8 game at Caesars. Luckily, we had all those free coupons for breakfast buffets and all you can eat dinners, so we didn't starve. We also had tickets to a show at the Desert Inn, I think: Joan Rivers opened for Trini Lopez, with unlimited cocktails. Somehow, and luckily, we had enough dimes to call the girls in LA and make the plan to meet them at the airport the next night so we could all drive back to Boulder. We had no money for gas, so we were entirely dependent on this plan working out. And it did. They arrived, they wanted to see a casino, so we headed over to the Stardust to check out the scene. Sweet Sue spotted me $20 and I promptly ran it up to $120 on a craps table. Heady with success, we were ready to hit the road home.
As we started to leave the casino, and the reason I'm telling this story, we walked by a grand staircase leading up stairs, and there was a big sign at the bottom of the stairs promoting the Stardust Open, happening that very day! If I had only know what I was missing. I convinced my friends to give me an hour and went upstairs (or was it downstairs) and checked out the tournament room. I couldn't get in to see any matches (or maybe there weren't any on at the moment), but there were a lot of players around to watch in the hallway, so I hung out and tried to take it all in. And I picked up the attached flyer, which I just found this afternoon going through some old college papers, and I thought you all might enjoy seeing this. I don't remember that Dr. Bill was known as "Mustache Charlie" but there it is. According to Bob's stats, Johnny Ervolino took it down that year.