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| - In my (First!) review of the other known Derby location on the strip, I classified Sigmus Derbius as an endangered species, worthy of it's own yelp.
[I wanted to start a derby page located at the D as I did with the derby at MGM review. This review was placed IN the D ("as a D") review. I also tried writing a message to the powers that be to this affect. It has gone with no response.]
One of my concerns is that Circus circus enterprises- no, Mandalay resort group- wait, MGM Mirage- please, stop, MGM resorts international (wait, what month is it?) will get their foothold downtown. They could change places people go to every year into something generic (but put in cool furniture!) and shut down sections so "V.I.P" can buy their way into them. This is how they bump a casino up a star rating (meaning a dollar sign) on the strip.
Sigma Derby is a throwback to those old coin cup, black fingers days of slots and gaming. When Fitzgerald's couldn't make it as the Fitz, they were circling the drain and we lost another grand old casino of Fremont. But the D impressed me with little gimmicks and not going too far with the airport hotel look that new casinos jumping on board the de-themeing train do.
Seeking out a Sigma and restoring it to it's own Arena of Battle upstairs was a great move. Even back in the Fitzgerald days, the upstairs was known mostly for their cheaper, nickel coin slots before printed tickets started taking over. We'll give you the convenience of not lugging a coin bucket around if you pay no attention to those tickets with 3 cents you ditched that expire and go into our hidden Superman 3 half penny/ will disappear when an exec retires account.
When you approach Sigma Derby, it's like a wrestler entering Madison Square Garden arena. I heard people yelling in a large circle with a huge smoky glow of light emanating from the center and you have to push your way in. I can only imagine from movies that's what it's like to walk up to an illegal dog or cockfighting ring.
Derby is kinda like that arcade game, where all the race cars or units are hooked together in 6s, everyone will have to face the winner at the end and be gracious or understandably hate that fuck, because like life, only 1 person can win within yelling. Everyone else loses and probably paid for that win.
Takes me back to dollar beer and hot dog nights in my early 20's @ Golden Gate Fields. *Pleasant sigh*
Of all the gambling I've done in Vegas, I won 1 medal, against my 5 friends at the race car game when it was upstairs at the NYNY arcade. Imagine if they handed out a horseshoe laurel (and hardy handshake) of flowers to the 200:1 winners @ Sigma. Udamntopia!
On a weekday morning this game was busy. And there's even a camera to take pics of you, and you can put it online! Instant gloating gratification, yes please! It's a 10 seater and probably the only casino game where I'm concerned when one of the spaces is taped up. Can't they fix it? Don't they know this seat is 20% of the Nevada toy horse derby income demographic?!
This was a very special machine, apparently it's the same machine I used to play at the New Frontier, it was conveniently located in the main artery just outside the sports book and close enough to the toilets so you don't miss a hot 200 quinella.
When you have a shot at a 200 win, I play no less than 3 quarters. Since you get hand pay on 500 or more, I always go for $200+. As much as I love gloating at the ka-chink ka-chink ka-chink ka-chink ka-chink ka-chink rapid fire payout victory salvo, I want a human to come over and count out a freshy stack o Bens as they offer me a suite in the villa.
I bet this is going to argue that I can't post this under "Religious Organizations," but I BEG TO DIFFER.
So much fun! I want to be in that miniature land, in the center where the horses sit and watch their kind race around them. It's my cool blue ocean when I have to find my calm center in the middle of the weekday grind. I have recorded it on my cell and have used it as a ringtone. Yeah, that's right
I only know of 2 Sigma Derbys in the valley? What say you, Laughlin? What's up, Reno? Your move, California come latelies. Any others on the western seaboard to be found? There has to be a machine buried under other rusty junk along some decrepit Nevada highway farm, sitting there, waiting to be refurbished.
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