Game Masters

Game MastersOn the night I met Henry Lo I was hanging out on the slummy end of the Las Vegas Strip, at the Sahara. With its camel sculptures and vaguely Arabic sign-age, it's a legendary part of old Vegas that has become the ultimate low-roller joint. Instead of the Rat Pack cavorting in the lounge until five A.M., the best you can hope to see today are the occasional winners celebrating at the crap stable.As I killed time playing blackjack, I was also watching a lonely table by the bar, where a...