A guy I work with was a casino host for Bally's, Caesars, The Rio, and Mandalay over the last 15 years. He got out of the industry because he was fed up with dealing with asshole rich fucks who thought they were thousands of times more important than they really are. That, and shitty job security.
Anyway, one of his boss's clients was none other than John Daly. One of my buddy's jobs was to sit right next to JD when he was in town and keep him company as he made $100 pulls at the high limit slots, and watched as he made colossal bets at the blackjack tables. Said JD is seriously the coolest motherfucker he has ever met, and treats everybody very well. Anyway, JD sat in a seat and drank beer after beer and smoked pack after pack for 8 fucking hours making $100 pulls.
In that weekend he saw JD lose ...ahem...
"well over a mill" and dude didn't even flinch!
(Dude has also had some decent wins, too.)
Regardless, rack that fuck outta that drunk bastard!
I'm the guy who tossed Mark Cuban's salad by proxy.