It was at the Sahara. Ang hadn't yet cashed my check when we walked up to the craps table together. He had 40 bucks in his pocket when he picked up the dice. Forty-five minutes later, he was still the shooter and I had made $14,000. Angelo was $25,000 ahead. 'Give me the money,' I said. 'For once in your life, you're not going to blow it.' 'Can I pay my debts?' he asked. 'Of course.' He had $9,000 worth of debts. He asked, 'Can I send my mother $3,000?' I said, 'That's very admirable.' There was $13,000 left. I put it in a little trust fund. 'To get at it,' I told him, 'you're going to have to convince my wife you need it.' It took him less than six months to talk her out of every cent. That was Angelo. Jack Nicklaus