If you haven't figured out Dancer's nothing more than a low level businessman who peddles and takes advantage of the commercialized side of gaming, then you might want to re-arrange your mysterious PR pack.

As such, he's always been envious of my winning because it's something he has never been able to do. Further: divorced, thrown out of the house, no children, remarried to a close friend because those are the only women losers like him can get on the rebound, still works anywhere he can get a paycheck from even though he's well past normal retirement age....getting the picture yet red?

He knows very well that the only reason one sets out to become a professional gambler is because he sets a firm goal of retiring as early as possible so he can do something....anything else. He looks at me and sees all that. He looks at himself and sees an old man stuck in rut that's controlled by how long he can stay healthy enuf for it.