Dover Downs...Virtually Entertaining

Great night at Christina's Comedy Club in the Diamond Room at Dover Downs Racetrack and Slots. Paul runs a great room, the hotel is wonderful and Danny Browning made light work of the heavy lifting up front. Met with the principles of the Delmarva Blue Crab Festival to be held in August and signed on as their headline act. With those small responsibilities out of the way, it was time to hit the casino...except that it's not really a casino. It's a slot room. A very nice slot room (with a big self-service beverage center, like a Sheetz),but you'll not find a dealer, a stickman or keno writer in the place. According to Delaware state law, it's all "Video Lottery"...which translates to slots, slots and more slots...2,700 of them. Except it's not all Little Green Men and The Price is Right. You can find some video poker here and there. But no table games....until now.

Dover Downs has the first of the new electronic "Virtual" Table games.
You can play
Royal Match 21 Blackjack, Three Card Poker, Let it Ride and Dragon Bonus. There is a big plasma screen with video of a dealer, shot from the waist up, going through the motions of dealing cards. All of the dealers featured in these videos are model beautiful (yes, ,even the men) and are seen in a variety of casino settings. You might have a showgirl dealer in a saloon, a cabana boy dealer down by the pool or a classy, scantily clad dealer who, well...OK, she definitely looked like a "working girl", ludicrous implants and all. Let me tell you friends, when she leans over to pick up the "cards"...well, you'll want to have a seat down front. They ARE doing incredible thing with HD video these days, I must say. The guys at the casino told me that the software that comes with the machine has even more risque costume choices for the dealers, but that the good people of Dover, Delaware weren't ready for that. Come on...if you're going to play Let it Ride...play naked!

Falwell, party of four...

When you gig in Lynchburg, VA, it has to cross your mind that the founder of the Thomas Road Baptist Church and all-around evangelical heavyweight might drop in to check on the most wayward of the flock. What better place to find those most in need than...the local standup show. Show time at the Big Lick draws close and alas, no Dr. Falwell. I'm destined to remain in the "Moral Minority" for another night.
You know, I'd like to think that Rev. Falwell would like my show. It's not "dirty" really, certainly nothing immoral. They do serve booze, but no Campari. In my act I talk about my congenital heart defect and the (humorous) way I dealt with the diagnosis. Dr. Falwell, is a recovered heart patient...we have certainly walked some of the same ground. Further, we both like water slides, John McCain and have a passing distaste for the Teletubbies (albeit for very different reasons). Plus my NASCAR material hits at the center of his base. After devoting a great deal of time to consider all of the reasons that Dr. Falwell might choose not to come see my show, I have arrived at the consideration I believe to be most likely. No sane spiritual leader would be caught dead in a place called the Big Lick.