Walk into any casino, and there is one section where the action is fast and furious. Players are whooping it up, and it sounds like one big party. You approach the area, and, squeezing through the crowd, you discover a long green felted table with a myriad of complex, confusing symbols. You hear voices, but while you can recognize the words, it seems they are in language you've never heard before - at least, you have no idea what they mean: "Eighter from Decatur," "Six and one and you're all done," "It's Little Joe," and "Seven's a bruiser, the front line's a loser." Does baby need a new pair...