The last time I was here was in 2006 or 2007, when the MGM Grand Poker room enjoyed a prime spot in the middle of the ground floor, just across from the lions. For a poker player on a $1-2 type of bankroll, this was the place to be.* My return trip? Oof. It's like that time I was at a two-bit strip club at closing time, and the lights came on.** The lions are either gone or moved. The poker room has also been moved, but maybe it would be better off being gone. Situated off to the side somewhere and playing with the dregs of society, I realized that some things just don't last. And sometimes there is no need to revisit those fabled locations of our past. After I left the table and walked out of MGM's doors, I knew I would never return again. *This is artistic license. I am not a gambler, and if I did, I never win money. And if I did and lost money, I wouldn't have a gambling problem. **This is also artistic license. I have only seen strip clubs in movies, and only for as long as it takes for me to change the channel or to skip the scene on my DVD.
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