Funny, I was just reading Kev Mac's book and had a Jordan

experience. Pasted it below.
Most of the casinos had familiar names, such as Caesars, Bally’s, Harrah’s, and Tropicana. I knew those names from the Las Vegas Strip. We visited Trumps Plaza first, where it felt run down and smelled like old ladies. I wasn’t feeling the atmosphere so we ended up at Bally’s Grand casino, where we ran into NBA Star-- Michael Jordan at the crap table. He looked exactly like he looked on TV except he was noticeably towering over everyone.
“What’s up Mike?” I asked through a crowd of people surrounding him. Jordan standing 6’6 tall-- peaked at me and nodded his head in an upward motion while chewing gum. He looked a bit angry and disturbed as if he was the recipient of a bad call.
The crap table was crowded as we stood there staring at the back of player’s heads. There were only a few more rolls before the shooter crapped and the table lightened up.
I couldn’t wait to shoot with Mike. In those days a good shooter could receive more tips than The Money Team gives a pretty stripper in a strip club. Okay, maybe not if Floyd is in the building, but the Cowboys and Ranchers in Las Vegas used to tip me real well. I slid in on the opposite end of the table, staring right at Air Jordan.
As soon as I put my money on the table he reached down to pick up a tall stack of chips, and then walked off passing right by us. 
“Good.” The stick man shouted.” “What’s going on, did he win?” I asked. “He’s a tight son of a bytch.” He answered angrily.