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...nervously shift their feet, twitch their fingers, rub gold crucifixes, amulets and talismans. Grace Craighead of Philadelphia quivers with stage fright. "I'm soooo nervous," she says. "This is my first tournament." Adrenaline is boiling, shoulders are hunched, fingers poised to punch the two keys that will spin the slot-machine wheels to winning numbers and bars, or losing spaces...
...Five, four, three, two, one. Let's go!" shouts slot-host Eileen Kasunich as the buzzer sounds. "C'mon, Ken. Bring out those sevens. Exercise those fingers." Slotters square off with their machines, tensing their facial muscles as they urgently press buttons and pull handles. "Everyone acts like he is about to be run over by a truck," observes writer Barbara Griffing of New York City. "You sense that the whole world is going to cave in if they don't get those points...
...totaled after every round, and the player with the highest score at the end of the tournament wins the top prize of $40,077. Not a bad return on an entry fee of $577 -- a real bargain compared with the $2,000 some other casinos charge for their slot competitions. "We don't expect to make money off the tournaments themselves," says Castle president Roger P. Wagner, "but they bring in the folks for other casino play...
...Slots are a booming market in the gambling industry, accounting for 58.4% or $1.72 billion of gross revenues at Atlantic City casinos. They are required by law to pay out a minimum of 83% of what they take in. But the bandits can be < characteristically stubborn, especially if you want them to hit. Many slotters claim the machines are preset to pay off in the beginning of a tournament and dry up as time goes by. "Most people do think that, but first of all it's illegal," says the casino's slot operations manager, Sandra Dierolf. "All our machines...
...mere 275 points in his final round, placing him 252 in a field of 360. He gives the bandit a kick with his black snakeskin boot. Tilt! "They put this machine in cold water," he growls. "It's giving me ice cubes." Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! The tournament is over. Mr. Slot King has crapped...