Best Craps Story
Jackie Knight
TBackus wrote:
> Dave in another posting gave me this idea.
>
> Lets here your favorite craps story. The best runs. The strangest people. What
> ever it is. We all have them. Share.
Sure TBackus,
The first time I ever played craps was in Harrah's Tahoe just after I turned
21.
All I knew about craps was what one would see on TV or at the movies of GI
craps shoots in WWII barracks. So I approached an empty craps table and
stared at it for awhile. The pit crew started to taunt me into playing and I
started
to shy away when one of the crew asked me if I knew how to play the game. I
said no and he said he would show me what to do. I stood at the table and
followed his instruction to put my $2 on the pass line and roll the dice. I shot
a 7. They started yelling a bunch of stuff I didn't understand and then put $2
next to my bet and I stupidly asked "Did I win?". The guy said "There's your
winnings". I started to pick up my money (all $4) when he said "Why don't you
roll agian, why quit while you're winning?" Typical newbie sucker me said why
not. I shot another 7. Now I've got $8 and I asked him if I can win on a number
besides 7 (thinking it was the only winning number and I didn't want to lose by
trying to shoot only 7's). He said I could win on an 11 or make a point number.
I said what's a point number. He showed me the place bet numbers at the top of
the table and said those numbers are point numbers. I felt better now about not
losing too easily and rolled agian. I shot an 11. Now I've got $16. He said
"your
on a roll, shoot agian". I did, and rolled another 7 for $32, and agian with an 11
for $64, and agian for another 11 for $128. Now I felt happy with my winnings
and thought I'd pick up my money and go because the gathering crowd at the table
was making me nervous yelling and shouting things I didn't understand. I asked the
pit crewman if I could cash out and he said "why quit, you're on a roll, and
besides,
all you can lose right now is your starting $2, you're playing with our money". I
rolled agian for a 7 and $256, and agian for $512. Then I got real nervous and
wanted to quit. Something in the back of my head kept saying "this can't go on
forever ". I started to pick up my winnings and go when the pit guy asked me
what's wrong. I said "I feel like I'm going to lose"' he said " you can bet you're
going to lose if you feel that way". I said "how?", he said "bet the Don't". I
said
"OK,I bet the Don't" and rolled the
dice..........................................................
.................................................................................................................
.........................snakeyes and $1,024 and a whole lot of cheering and
yelling at
the table. So much so that I got scared, grabbed up my winnings and left the
table.
Been hooked on craps ever since, and never had a string of naturals like that
since.
Oh well, hope springs eternal.
Jackie Knight
TBackus
Dave in another posting gave me this idea.
Lets here your favorite craps story. The best runs. The strangest people. What
ever it is. We all have them. Share.
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TurboG67
I have a lot of craps stories, but right know let me relate the strangest
occurance. It was at Whiskey Pete's on the way to Vegas. The table was kinda
choppy but I remember finishing about $300 ahead for the night.
I had been there about an hour when the dice came to a woman who was at the
table with some friends and did not know one thing about craps. She just stood
there while her two friends played. At the urging of her friends and the crew,
she plopped a line bet down and took the dice. With a throw that looked like
she was tossing change from her car window into the automatic toll booth on
the highway, she threw a 4. The stickman then politely requested that she
throw little harder so that the dice would reach the end of the table. As the
saying goes " be careful what you wish for..." With the sincerest intention
of making the dice reach the end of the table, this woman then takes the dice,
reaches back, and makes the hardest throw she possibly can ...
You know how a woman looks when she tries to heave a football or baseball as
far as possible using that unorthodox female throw? That's what it looked
like.
Except a pair of dice weigh considerably less than a football, so these dice
took off. One of the die flew over the heads of the players at the end of the
table and dissapeared into the blackjack pit a good 15-20 feet away. The other
die hits the stickman on the side of the head. Hits isn't the right word. That
die smacked him upside the head.
Not sure we saw what we just saw, most of the table is shocked into silence. To
the stickman's credit he kept his cool and simply called no roll.
A bit of laughter erupts and dies down. Like rats leaving a sinking ship,every
single player, except the shooter, her two friends, and a couple of don'ts,
pick up their odds and take down their place bets. The stickman gives her new
dice to choose from and the boxman gives her a quick lesson on how to throw
the dice. "Pretend you're playing Monopoly," he tells her.
What happens next? You guessed it. She rolls the dice like she's been shooting
for years and rolls a hard 4. Realizing we just shot the winning horse and
witnessed a minor miracle, the majority of the table is again stunned into
silence. The shooter, unaware of the huge lack of faith bestowed upon her,
innocently celebrates her win.
With several converts now in her corner (myself included), she proceeds to pass
two more times and throw a few numbers along the way.
Good Shootin'
Turbo
Kwil1
Here's a couple of dealer Craps Stories.
First story: In Reno at the Cal-Neva at one of the downstairs tables,$1
minimum and 3x odds. The dealer and I kind of know each other just because
I play there quite a bit and he knows that when I start winning, I start
toking. So I'm by myself and with a minimum bet on the line and I start
throwing the dice and numbers start repeating,so I get a couple of come
bets. I throw the point and tell the dealer "odds on the come out roll".
Picked them up and threw a seven. Dealer says " I'll decide when your odds
are working" and takes them down and returns them and pays the pass line. I
put him on the line right away and put up odds for him when the point was
established. I threw some sevens on top of everything that was out there a
few times but I was hitting come bets and points too. Everytime on the come
out roll if I threw a number that had working odds he paid it, if I threw a
seven he returned the odds. I kept him on the line as long as I was there,
about 15 minutes. I quit ahead and I know He made about $20. A couple of
months later my wife and I are at the same table by ourselves,dealer's
there and he did it again. ( A gambler can't establish a relation like that
with a Black Jack dealer or roulette dealer, good dealers are one of the
reasons I like craps, that and the payout on odds)( Was the dealer
cheating? Yeah. Did I care? Hell, no. )
Second story: In Reno at the Nevada Club my wife and I are at the table
with about ten others. At the Nevada Club there is an electronic sign
display over the table and everytime the shooter throws a number that is
not a seven the dealer presses a button that records on the display how
many passes the shooter has made, make 32 or more and the pit boss comes
over and gives that shooter a blue base ball style hat, embroidered in
white is Nevada Club and under that embroidered in red is a pair of dice,
not to be bragging, my wife and I each have two of those. Anyway the dice
were moving around the table quickly because the shooters were
point,one-two-three,seven. Stickman slid the dice to my wife and she
sevened out rather fast. Stickman slid the dice to me and I must of thought
I was going to be Mr. Lucky. I only held the dice for about 20 passes but
it was one of those sweet rolls. I was hitting points but mostly I was
hitting come bets over and over and over. Everyone knows shooters like me,
I talk to the bones. "Bones, 3-3,,,4-4,,,hop on that 6-3,,,,any four,any
four, hop on it,number,number,number,hop,hop,hop". And when they're hitting
I get louder and louder. Every player at this table was getting
loud,everytime I'd throw the dice there would be an uproar. The players at
the other end were placed and were just pressing their faces off. My end
was on the line with full and coming with full and everyone progressing as
fast as they could. My wife progressed her come bets before they'd repeat
and they'd come right in, and again,and again. Well eventually Big Red
shows and when it did one die was flat on the felt and the other was cocked
against the felt and the wall. The table just hushed right down, I swear I
could hear everyone take in a breath and hold it. The place bettors must
have had some bets out for the boys, because the stickman could have easily
called seven out, bring in the line. Instead, he reaches out with the stick
and taps the cocked die,it rolls over and makes a ten and he calls it "easy
ten". The table lights right back up ! My wife and I put the boys on the
line immediately. I talked to Bones and I talked good. Whispered sweet
number,number. Cajoled hop,hop. But the roll was over on the next toss, a
seven that could not be manipulated by even the most skilled stickman.
Everyone was happy,they made money, we made money and the boys made money.
Here's a little story about what I saw a pit boss do that was kind of
amusing. I'm in the Comstock Casino in Reno and I'm holding the dice with a
line bet and a couple of come numbers, there's a few players on the other
end in the field and the prop bets. This guy walks up to the rail a few
feet from me and watches my throws and it's one of those all to often times
when you just can't make a dime on any toss. The guy buys a thousand dollar
9 don't. This brings over the pit boss, the game is stopped while they
shake hands,the p.b. offers the guy a room for the night,trys to get get
the guy to sign up for a tracking card and all the baloney that goes along
with it. I'm standing there thinking " Aw Christ, this must be what the
kiss of death feels like". So the game starts back up,pit boss is standing
there with his arms folded because he wants to see that 9 don't lose,
right? The stick gives the dice back to me and I give them a good talking
to and my best toss. The 9 don't wins. I lose about 15 bucks. The pit boss
stamps his foot, makes a motion with his arm like "DAMN!!",screws up his
face in a grimmace and twirles around all at the same time. I managed to
hold back my laughter but I couldn't keep those snickers in !! The guy
picks up his now 2 thousand dollars, puts it on the rail, his buddy walks
up and they both completely ignore the game while they chat. The pit boss
is now patrolling the table with ,please make another bet, written all over
his face. After ten minutes the guy and his buddy go to the cage, cash it
up and hit the exit. Watching pit boss prance about and fret over it was
almost worth $15.
I hope everyone enjoyed the stories. Does anyone want to hear about
watching a craps tables bank go broke? Bob
David Couvillon
tba...@aol.com (TBackus) wrote:
>Dave in another posting gave me this idea.
>
>Lets here your favorite craps story. The best runs. The strangest people. What
> ever it is. We all have them. Share.
>
'Bout 1980 I was in Vegas on liberty from Marine Corps Reserve duty at
the Riverboat. This was before I started playing craps. I was
playing Blackjack at the 1:00 position at a table right next to the
craps pit which was right next to the front door.
I'm a penny ante player, making less than $12k a year at this time and
I was up and down at the cards. While I'm sitting there I see a guy
walk in the door and look around, kinda nervous like. He gathers
himself together and strides to the crap table next to me and watches
3-4 passes. There's only about 5 people at the table plus the dealers
and all are kind of eyeing this guy. He doesn't say anything, but
reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out brick of bills, all nice
and wrapped, new from the bank then tosses it on the table. Everybody
stops and the croupier calls for the pit boss who asks what bet does
he want to make. The guy says, "There's $10,000, I'll cut the cards
for double or nothing." Eyebrows are raised, but the pit boss picks
up the brick, thumbs it at his ear (just like in the movies!) and puts
it back on the table, then proceeds to call the office. After a few
seconds of conversation, the pit boss hangs up and tells the guy it's
a bet. Just then a young lady delivers a deck of cards which on of
the craps dealers checks, shuffles and places on the felt. The guy
reaches over and cuts for a 10 of clubs. Pit boss cuts and shows a
jack of diamonds. Guy drops his cards, turns around and walks out!
I ended up +$500 for my trip that time...
David Couvillon
Mason Clarke
My crap story involves Sam Graffstein, the DICE DOCTOR. I had
read several books on Craps and Dr. Sam's made the most sense to
me. (His books are still in print) This was before I had ever
played craps.
Dr. Sam's "least stupid play for the right bettor" (his writing
style was unique to say the least) was to wait for a "qualified
shooter" (made one pass), bet the pass line, take full odds.
Bankroll to be enough for ten shooters.
My wife and I were to vacation in the Bahamas. I decided to play
some craps while there. I felt that I had a fair idea of how to
play and what my expectation was for a session when playing the
above method.
I was counting blackjack at the time and thought I would use the
crap table to help my "image" after I became comfortable playing.
I went to the Casino (where I was up about $3000 from BJ and
drawing some thinly veiled interest from the pit) about 11:00 am
on Sunday morning with $150 allotted to finally play my first
live crap game. One crap table was in action and I discovered
who plays craps on a tropical island at 11:00 am on a sleepy
Sunday morning.
The shooter had $2500 on the line and $5000 behind and his wife
had $1000 with $2000 behind when I walked up to the table. There
were three other players besides the shooter and his wife. I
bought in and passed the dice (Dr. Sam again). I waited until
the shooter came out on his second pass, and put my $5 on the
line and took the maximum double odds. Dr. Sam said that I
should increase my bet 50% on each win and take maximum odds.
Restart the progression on each new shooter. No other betting. I
had resolved to follow the plan without deviation per Dr. Sam's
repeated instructions. The dice moved around the table several
times and then .....
The high roller get the dice. He makes 14 passes (13 with my
money on the table). The last several passes are at
$25000/$50000 (table limit) for him and the same for his wife.
They refill the table several times. The Casino is almost
deserted and a crowd of casino employees is watching. When he
finally sevens out, there are still only six other players at the
table. I don't think that we made much noise but I was fairly
numb at the time as I watched that $5/$10 bet become $750/$1500.
I cash out for over $3700 (I never deviated from my pass line
only plan). The next lowest player at the table had over
$28,000. The next lowest to him over $50,000 According to
Casino personnel (I asked the pit boss later) the six of us took
$800,000 out of the casino on that roll.
My first time at a crap table and I catch a monster. I have used
logic and knowledge of the mathematics of the game to prevent
this experience from doing the incredible harm that it could have
done to me.
..... Mostly. Sort of. In a way. To the best of my ability.
As a rule. Occasionally. Sometimes. Well, at least twice ....
... it was an incredible experience and I will never forget it.
(nor I am likely to have a chance to repeat it) ....
To the new players.
Have a basic understanding of probability. Study the game. Run
simulations. Have a reasonable expectation of your results. The
odds against you having a similar experience to mine are over
16,000 to one.
Craps is NOT a game of skill. Become expert crap shooter by
gaining complete information.
IMHO, You will know that you have become at true Craps Expert
when you are a Cheap Bastard and enjoy the game for the fun of
it.
--
Onward thru the fog,
Mason
DMelza
> (Mason Clarke )
>Date: Wed, Oct 29, 1997 13:41 EST
Wrote:
(SNIPPETS)
>
>The high roller get the dice. He makes 14 passes (13 with my
>money on the table). The last several passes are at
>$25000/$50000 (table limit) for him and the same for his wife.
>They refill the table several times. The Casino is almost
>deserted and a crowd of casino employees is watching. When he
>finally sevens out, there are still only six other players at the
>table. I don't think that we made much noise but I was fairly
>numb at the time as I watched that $5/$10 bet become $750/$1500.
>
>I cash out for over $3700 (I never deviated from my pass line
>only plan). The next lowest player at the table had over
>$28,000. The next lowest to him over $50,000 According to
>Casino personnel (I asked the pit boss later) the six of us took
>$800,000 out of the casino on that roll.
WHEW: Was this story as good for everyone else as it was for me.?
Kathleen
Prime
Stage: Flamingo Hilton Laughlin when they had the 7x odds special.
I was playing my usual units on a very cold table. Now, I'm waiting for my
turn to throw the dice, then go up to call it a night. There are 3 people
on the other side, and 3 people on our side of the table. Two more shooters
and it's me. Suddenly, 3 Asian looking women who seem to be 40-50 years old
"cut in". So now I will have to wait 5 more shooters. I wonder if I should
just go up, but decide otherwise. Next two shooters 7 out quickly. Among
the now 9 players, 4 are playing the Don't and are doing very well. I rarely
play the Don't, so I'm down quite a bit. The two ladies pass the dice and
the third lady says she will throw it. She immediately announces to the table,
"We gonna throw fo-evah" in rather broken English. That brings up a few laughs
and smirks from the Don't players. She throws a Yo, then throws a 4. I usually
place the 6 and 8. The lady buys the 10 for $25 and places the 6 & 8 for
$6 each. She throws a 12, then for the following 10 rolls, she throws nine
6's and one 8, then throws a hard-4. Now the table is beginning to heat up.
She throws a Yo, then establishes another 4. She hits the point immediately.
Now 3 of the 4 Don't players leave the table. Then, she gets a Yo on the
come out, and throws a 5. By now, many have at least $10 on the pass and
$70 odds, except the lone Don't player. She doesn't waste any time throwing
the 5. Now, the don't player has converted, and a few other players join
the table. She hits a few more points and we have a full table now (I counted
16 people). By now, everytime the lady throws a number, the table errupts.
People are turned away by the pit bosses telling them there is no more room
on this table. There is quite a gallery gathering around this comotion.
The shooter is practically a comedian. She tells everyone to bet the Yo.
We are not believers. She has been throwing Yo's on 80% of her comeout rolls,
then establishing a point. She throws abother Yo and says, "We told you".
On the next comeout, she tell everyone to "Bet the Yo". Now, everyone is
a believer. 16 Yo bets fly in to the stickman. I throw in a 2-way Yo. The
dealers now have over $50 riding on this bet. She throws a Yo, and even the
dealers are screaming "YO!" now. Suddenly the shooter yells "Parlay, we gonna
do it again". I have a feeling she might make this one, so I parlay half
my winnings. Dealers are down of course. She throws another Yo. The shooter
picks up $1050. And still she made her point after that. 1 full hour has
passed, and I haven't seen a single 7 yet. Now, when she says "Bet the Yo"
on the comeout, 16 bets at least $5 each are thrown in to the stickman. The
game is briefly interrupted twice to bring in more chips. She doesn't seen
to care. She keeps throwing numbers and points. She throws for an hour and
40 minutes. Everyone has stacks of black chips in front of them. On a $2
min table, everyone's *unit* is now a $25 green chip. $5 red chips are hard
to see on the table. At one point I had $2100 odds behind the pass line.
Others had similar bets all around the table. Finally, the big fat ugly
red shows its face. Everyone including the dealers and some of the crowd
behind us is giving her a 2 minute standing ovation.
I have never seen a roll like this and have never won as much on a crap table.
I just cringe at the thought that I was about to call it a day right before
this lady rolled....
Jay
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Mason Clarke
In article <34578C...@mcc.com>, sima...@mcc.com says...
> Mason Clarke wrote:
>
> But with over 450 craps tables in Nevada alone, and a new shooter comin'
> out about every 2 minutes, even with only half the tables open at any
> one time, you can expect a roll like this to happen once every couple of
> hours, on average.
>
> 'Course, you gotta be at the right table...;P
>
> --
> Boris T. Dog
> A Cheap Bastard.
>
You tell me where, Senior Pup, and I'll meet you there and show you
how to bet it. Goodness knows, I have dreamed about having a repeat
opportunity often enough to have developed a fantastic system for a
such a hot roll.
(I am sure that no one else in this group has one in mind ..(;-])
TBackus
Great stories.
I have been in newsgroups now for awhile and I don't think I have enjoyed a
thread as much as that one. Good work.
Mine is not as good as everyone elses. But hey I started it, I will put in my
two cents.
---------------
Me and a friend of mine had Veteren's Day off about three years ago. So we
head out to Turning Stone Casino in Western New York, it had just opened up
about a year before. We both play craps, but she prefers to sit and hassle
the BJ dealers sometimes. So I head of to the craps table with my small 200
dollar bank roll for the day.
It is about 8:30 in the morning and I cash in my 70 dollars that I was going to
test the waters with. The table goes up and down and I lose about forty and I
pass the dice on to the next person.
The next person happens to be an older gentleman who is wearing a VFW hat and
is a veteran of WWII. He takes the dice at about 8:45 and proceeds to make
some quiet, reassuring, come out rolls. Some sevens, some craps, some yo's
but he still keeps the dice.
Pretty soon we discover this guy can't lose he starts to make all sorts of
points. Hard fours, Hard tens, you name this guy is making it. People with
more money and guts than me are pressing big time. Thousands at a roll. I
play it close to the vest.
Then weird things start to happen. The pit boss changes the box man (person
across from the stickman, if I have that right), three times. They change the
stickman, the change the dealer. They bring in more money. This next part
I'm not making up ---- they vacuum the table, yes that is right they vacuum
the table. Everyone at the table throughs a fit and we get back to the game.
Well it finally comes to an end and the smart players leave the table. I made
about 300 dollars off the veteran, but hte other players made thousands.
It was good day.
AC Marc
Here's a story:
Active table. One Don't player with a $100 flat bet. Many
Right players, myself inclusive, with bets ranging from
$5 to $500. Point established: 6.
The shooter rolls the dice in such a way that one die lands
angled between two chips. The flat die showed a 3; the other die
appeared to have 4 showing, but was angled in such as way that
it could have been a 1. The stickperson calls, "Call it!" The
delaer says, "No roll."
As the stickperson starts to collect the die, the Don't player
cries, "It's a four! It's a four." The boxman stands up, peers
at the die from several angles, and says, "I can't tell. No roll."
The Don't player calls for a pit boss to review it. He looks
at it and says, "It's a four. Total is 7-out."
Now everyone else at the table has been politely quiet up to
that point. But when the pit boss called a number that benefited
only one player, everyone raised hell. People were cussing,
demanding for a reevaluation, threatening the pit boss and the
Don't player. The pit boss called over another pit boss, who
looked at it a said, "The die is sitting at exactly a 45 degree
angle. No roll."
The Don't player called for the CCC [Casino Control Commission]
to review it. After waiting 5 minutes -- an eternity at a craps
table -- a *huge* woman with CCC ID comes over to the table.
She looks at the die from above, from the Don't player's angle,
from behind the sticker person.
The CCC lady takes out a protracter, like the one I had in grade
school. She uses her finger to draw an imaginary line from the
side of the die to the upper tip into the air. "After careful
evaluation," she says, "This die is sitting at exactly a 45 degree
angle. Everyone could see that. This roll is invalid."
The Don't Player's jaw dropped to the floor. He was speechless
as the shooter got the dice back, quickly rolled them, and shot
a hard 6. He made the point.
The interesting part is that the pit boss put his hand on the
delear's shoulder, pointed to the don't player and said, "His
bet was off." The delaer took the Don't players back chip off
the Don't Pass bet and slid it over to the player.
The Don't player threw the chip back to the dealer and said,
"I believe this is yours -- not the house's." The dealer got
a $100 tip, and almost everyone at the table won the bet.
I'll never forget the look on the Don't player's face when
the CCC woman used the protractor, when he got his bet back,
and when he toked the dealer.
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Kwil1
In article <19971029223...@ladder02.news.aol.com>,
tba...@aol.com (TBackus) writes:
>Then weird things start to happen. The pit boss changes the box man (person
> across from the stickman, if I have that right), three times. They change
>the
> stickman, the change the dealer. They bring in more money. This next part
> I'm not making up ---- they vacuum the table, yes that is right they vacuum
> the table. Everyone at the table throughs a fit and we get back to the
>game.
>
>Well it finally comes to an end and the smart players leave the table. I
>made
> about 300 dollars off the veteran, but hte other players made thousands.
>
>It was good day.
Jeez,,,vacumn the table,,,,,,that would be enough be tick the Pope. Bob
AC Marc
Not my best story as in outcome, but one that typifies Atlantic City:
I received a $100 matchplay coupon for Tropicana AC. At
that time, it was Tropworld.
I approached a $5 table, bought in for $255. I bet $150 on
Don't Pass, $100 + $100 match play on Pass, and $5 on
boxcars. Object: Get $45 or $50 profit and get out of dodge.
The dealers look at the bet and say nothing. The shooter
established a point. The floorperson comes over to the table
and tells me that I can't bet both the Do and Don't and the
boxperson calls, 'No bet on the don't. Send the dice.'
Knowing how AC works, I took action. I yelled at the top of
my voice, "HOLD THE DICE". The stickperson looks at me
in shock and *everyone* in a nearby vicinity is now staring
at me.
I told the boxperson that this bet was booked, the come-out
roll has passed, so the bet has to stand. The floorperson said
that I couldn't make an illegal bet and tells the delaer to take
my chips off the Don't Pass. I yell, again at the top of voice,
"There is no f--king way you are going to break New Jersey
Laws and take off my bet without my OK. Don't you dare send
those dice! I WANT THE CCC. LET THE CCC TELL ME I CAN'T
HAVE THE BET!" The dealer looks at the floorperson, and
now the pit boss and a couple other suits, and says, "The bet
was booked." [CCC = "Casino Control Commission"]
The pit boss whispers something to the floorperson, who
whispers something to the boxman. The boxman says, "The
bets stand; send the dice." The shooter throws several numbers,
but sevens out.
I collect my winnings and throw a red chip saying, "For the
dealers, WHO KNOW THE RULES" yelling into the face of
the floorperson, cash out and leave.
For some reason, that was the last matchplay coupon or
offer I received from Tropicana.
Todd Arslanian
Your story is bullshit and anybody that says they won so much as a
fucking quarter off of $2 is fucking full of shit. I"m so glad that I
have my fishing waders on at this time because the shit is getting way
to deep.
Thanks, Todd A.
Kwil1
In article <19971030121...@ladder02.news.aol.com>,
mepst...@aol.com (MEpst22487) writes:
>> I"m so glad that I
>>have my fishing waders on at this time because the shit is getting way
>>to deep.
>
>I can picture you sitting in your living room in waders. Need them to walk
> through the diharrea that comes out of your mouth.
>
>
Handled like a true gentleman Mepst, often the junveniles need gentle
reminders. Bob
Jim Ferr
This is just about the best thread that I have ever seen in this group.
Keep it alive. I would contribute, but I do not have any stories as good
as the ones that you are all posting.
Jim
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Robert Palmer
I posted this one before; it happened a couple of summers go. Hope
y'all don't mind the rerun...
<early portion of trip report snipped>
Saturday night came around, and our group split up to do their own things.
I went back to Casino Royale and settled in for a last-chance at the
$1 table. I was standing at one end of the table, next to a burly guy
from Florida. Directly across from us at the other end was a group of
3 or 4 middle-aged women. It seemed like everyone was sevening out
on the second roll, and the Florida guy and I were getting soaked on
our place bets. I rolled (lousy), and so did he. The dice went around
to the women, who proceeded to make throws that were lucky to go 2 feet.
This drove Florida crazy. I didn't really care, but joined him in the
griping and complaining. Next lady, same deal. Another 2-foot roll.
We switch to the darkside in protest, and get burned on that bet too.
Florida guy finally gets too disgusted to play any more, and takes off.
Meanwhile I've run through almost all of my on-hand cash. A couple of
my friends showed up right about then, and in a gesture of ultimate
shame I borrowed $30 from them (I've got travelers' checks back in the
room! Honest!). That was gonna be it... $30 is gone, and I'm gone.
The dice were inching their way back to me, and I bought in for $20.
A young guy (late 20's) comes up to the table and stands at my right.
He tosses down $300 (!) off a much huger wad, and starts laying bets
like crazy. He seemed to know all the crew, too, and puts down about
$20 in tip bets for them. He passes on rolling, and I'm up. Got a
dollar on the pass line --- big spender. I roll a five. Put a couple
of bucks down for odds on the pass bet, and my $6 on 6 and 8. I rolled
again. And again. And again. I kept rolling real funky numbers; I
remember a lot of 3's and a lot of 11's. I made some cash off
consecutive craps bets. The guy next to me has something like $50 on
each number, and keeps pressing. I must have made him another $500
just on the first roll. I finally make the point. Woohoo! I roll
another couple of sevens, and people are starting to get excited.
I roll another huge set of numbers before making my point again. The
guy next to me yells, "I love this guy!", and on the next roll looks
at my sad little pass bet and calls to the dealer, "More fun for the
poor one!" and turns it into about a $10 bet. My bank was still
pretty low, so I was hesitating on the odds, so he dumps full odds
behind it after I set the point. He asks me my name, and gets the
table to chant "Rob-bie! Rob-bie". Another long, long roll, and I
make another point! The women have left at the other end, and a couple
of 20-something women have taken their place. The table's going
crazy. I make a $1 aces bet for the dealer (who looks like Mr. Pink
from "Reservoir Dogs") and hit it. I finally nail someone's hands at
the other end and seven out. A cheer goes up from the table. One of
the girls at the other end cashes out and heads for the cashier. She
kisses me on the cheek as she goes by. I thank my sponsor for his
support. The two other guys on my end of the table have good rolls
too, and then it goes cold on the other end. I cashed out with $150,
decline an offer from the girl that kissed me to go downtown with her
and her friend, and head up to bed, one happy Cheap Bastard.
<end rerun story>
Man, was that fun.
I am,
-Rob.
TBackus
> One of
>the girls at the other end cashes out and heads for the cashier. She
>kisses me on the cheek as she goes by. I thank my sponsor for his
>support. The two other guys on my end of the table have good rolls
>too, and then it goes cold on the other end. I cashed out with $150,
>decline an offer from the girl that kissed me to go downtown with her
>and her friend, and head up to bed, one happy Cheap Bastard.
Rob,
You should have a better ending than you went to bed. Even if it wasn't true
who cares. Maybe we should have a thread on different endings to Bob's story.
Actually that would probably be in another NG.
monica
This isn't about making money but meeting people.
My friend and a few of his buddies went to Mohegans to play some craps
on a Saturday night. while looking for a table they came across a
beautiful blonde. Hey, if you're gonna play, you might as well enjoy the
sights while you're losing your cash!!
After a short time, her husband shows up. Joe Thiesman!! Of Redskin/ESPN
fame! Now my buddy is a huge Skin's fan. They begin to talk, etc....
Before you know it, Joe offers to go to my bud's place of employment (a
CT state hospital for troubled youth) and talk to the kids.
The next week, Joe and his wife show up at the hospital, stay for a
couple of hours, and leave these kids (and staff) with lasting memories.
Never know who you might meet!
steve
DMelza
>From: jim...@aol.com (Jim Ferr)
Jim writes:>This is just about the best thread that I have ever seen in this
group.
>Keep it alive. I would contribute, but I do not have any stories as good
>as the ones that you are all posting.
Jim, you took the words right out of my mouth. I agree 100%. I am really
enjoying these stories and I look forward to more. This is great.
Kathleen
Kwil1
In article <19971030210...@ladder02.news.aol.com>,
jim...@aol.com (Jim Ferr) writes:
>This is just about the best thread that I have ever seen in this group.
>Keep it alive. I would contribute, but I do not have any stories as good
>as the ones that you are all posting.
>
>
>Jim
We're not trying to outdo each other with tall tales,,,,,,,,,contribute,,,,
Bob
Ray Langley
> >This is just about the best thread that I have ever seen in this group.
> >Keep it alive. I would contribute, but I do not have any stories as good
> >as the ones that you are all posting.
> >Jim
>
> We're not trying to outdo each other with tall tales,,,,,,,,,contribute,,,,
> Bob
Yeah Jim, let's hear it! After many trips to Hollywood I never saw
a famous person. However, I have rubbed elbows with several at the
tables in Tahoe and Reno. Once I saw the B.B. King show at Harrah's
and played craps with his sax player. Another time I struck up a
conversation with Ronnie Earl, the great blues guitarist. He even
showed me a few licks after the craps session.
--
Warmest regards,
Ray Langley
Jim Ferr
In article <345999...@pacbell.net>, Ray Langley <lan...@pacbell.net>
writes:
Sometime back in the 50's I met Jim Thorpe at a craps table. Some kid
came up to him (hmmm, how did he get in there) and asked for an autograph.
I was standing right next to him, so I asked the stickman who this was. He
said that it was Jim Thorpe, so I asked for his autograph also.
Here is another one. Again, back in the 50's... I was going to Law School at
the time. One of my friends (Al) had never been to Vegas, and I
considered myself
one who knew the game. So, we went to Vegas together. We each had
about $70. That was in the days when a "quarter" meant "25 cents." We
started playing and he was asking me questions. It all started when he
decided to put $1 on the 12... of course, it won and he had $30 which was
handed to him. As usual, the dealer left the original dollar on the
12... and it
came out again. Another $30... by this time he was putting this money on the
pass line while he was rolling a monster roll... eventually, he had a pile of
$25 chips on the table that was way over a foot high. I don't know why they
did not replace them with black chips.
Anyway, I kept telling Al something like "get those chips off of there,
this just
does not happen and you are going to lose them all!!" Finally, (after the
stack got higher... I think they eventually started a second stack) I got
through
to him, and he grabbed a big stack of those chips off of there... Next
roll was
a craps-out, and we left the table. We went to a telegraph office...
this was
before the days of ready-tellers... and he telegraphed $800 home. That, and
the money that Al kept to play with, was how much was in the stack. Imagine
how much was in what was left... it must have been over $1000. And he
started with less than $100.
Of course, he lost what he kept. Then, he went back to the telegraph office
but there was no way to get the money back until he went home. $800 was
a lot of money in those days. My tuition was $450 a year and now it is about
$20,000 at the same school. This was about a 40 hour trip where we never
slept... just drove there, played, and drove back.
I told you. This is the best story that I have, and it is not as good as the
ones that you people have been sending in.
Jim
Boris T. Dog
Ray Langley wrote:
>
> Yeah Jim, let's hear it! After many trips to Hollywood I never saw
> a famous person. However, I have rubbed elbows with several at the
> tables in Tahoe and Reno. Once I saw the B.B. King show at Harrah's
> and played craps with his sax player. Another time I struck up a
> conversation with Ronnie Earl, the great blues guitarist. He even
> showed me a few licks after the craps session.
> --
> Warmest regards,
> Ray Langley
My friend Jay once played craps in Vegas with blues great Albert
Collins, just a few months before Collins died. That's the way to go.
Gamblin' to the end! (With a couple beautiful young ladies at his side,
too, according to Jay.)
--
Boris T. Dog
El Rancho Boris
Dripping Springs, TX
A Cheap Bastard.
Kwil1
In article <19971031150...@ladder01.news.aol.com>,
jim...@aol.com (Jim Ferr) writes:
>I told you. This is the best story that I have, and it is not as good as
>the
>ones that you people have been sending in.
>
>Jim
Jim, you totally underestimate the interest that other folks will have in
stories you and others have but won't tell to this newsgroup, that was a
great little story. Bob
Kwil1
>Sometime back in the 50's I met Jim Thorpe at a craps table.
In the 50s,,,I was in grade school,,Bob
Boris T. Dog
Kwil1 wrote:
>
> In article <19971031150...@ladder01.news.aol.com>,
> jim...@aol.com (Jim Ferr) writes:
>
> >the
> >ones that you people have been sending in.
> >
> >Jim
>
> Jim, you totally underestimate the interest that other folks will have in
> stories you and others have but won't tell to this newsgroup, that was a
> great little story. Bob
I agree. Jim, that was a great story! I wish I had on half as good.
Keep 'em comin'. I'm sure you can dust off the ol' brain and find us a
few more stories.
Van_...@mk.com
If you insist, but for 28 years of experience this one's pretty mundane.
The Peppermill, Wendover, NV, between midnight and 1 am. A young lady, part
of a crowd about the same age, takes the dice and rolls up a hand. (I do
not know if she was a first-time player or not.) The table started out
about half full, mostly on her end, but after 30 minutes or so it was packed.
A somewhat overweight truck driver type comes out of nowhere, elbows his
way between two players without so much as a "by your leave", and with the
dice in the air places a Come bet. The dice hit his hand and, well, you
know the result. There was absolute dead silence for a full two seconds
during which, if looks could kill, this guy would have died a thousand
horrible deaths.
The stickman finally called the 7-out. After the dealers had sucked up the
Pass Line and paid this guy's last Come players, myself included, began
coloring out. I glanced back at the table on my way to the cage and that
guy was the only one left. I think the dealer was trying to enlighten him
as to why he was as welcome as a fart in an elevator, but from the look on
the guy's face the message wasn't getting through.
1 2
| The Midnight Skulker
9 * 3 a.k.a. Van_...@mk.com
6
JerryW0109
I was playing at craps table at the Palace Station a month ago with no great
luck. I noticed a man playing a unit progression system with placing the 6 and
8, and also putting a similar hardways bet on 6 and 8. He quickly ran out of
his $300 buyin and was deep into his second $500. The dice came to him and he
quickly sevened out. The next shooter was a don't player and he passed the
dice. The next shooter was interrupted by something and the stickman placed
the dice in front of me. I quickly sevened out. The guy to my right complained
about not getting a turn and after some discussion the dice was placed in
front of him. The guy with the 6-8 system now had a lonely $25 on the hard 6.
The shooter rolls a 4. You guessed it, his next roll was a hard 6. This guy
goes into gear placeing $60 each on 6 and 8, along with $50 and hard 6 and 8.
The shooter rolls 3 more hard 6 and 4 hard 8. He also rolls a hard 4 for his
point. It seemed like he was shooting for an hour, but he only rolled the dice
10 times. That is the most money I have ever seen won or have won myself
lip...@concentric.net
Two weeks ago I went to the Red Garter in Wendover, NV. Thursday
night. Really went to "Bendover" for the buffet at the Peppermill but
decided to drop the remainder of a $50 dollar bill. RG has 5x with $1
buy in. Best in town.
Started about 6:30PM with $40. At 11:30 I stopped and cashed $562!!
Plus tipping the dealers about $100
Method used...$1 on Pass then max odds. Place 6-8 for $6. $1 on come.
I worked 4 numbers through the come. If 6-8 hit on come bet I would
take down bet with odds. Then every other win with 6-8 I would press
odds. Won about $50 on the first hand and never looked back.
Paul Dare
I've got a bunch of 'em, but we'll start with one.
I had just learned how to play craps. We had made our way to Las Vegas
and I decided to try my luck at a $2 table at Barnaby's Coast. My
strategy was to bet the pass line with full double odds and place the
6 and 8 for $3 each. (I shudder now just thinking about this). I did
ok for a little while but then after about an hour and a half, down
$100, I decided that since this was the last day we would be in Vegas, I
would blow another $50 (I shudder at this one also). Anyway, two more
shooters have quick 7 outs and I'm down to my last bet. (sound familiar
so far???). This lady at the far end of the table gets the dice and
immediately makes her first point. Then another. etc. She held the
dice for over an HOUR!!!!!! How did I do? I made back my original $150
and an additional $150. Everyone else made over $1000 easy. Oh, if
only I had known the meaning of the word "press". ARGHHHHHHHH.
More to follow.
(spam buster: remove the $ from my email address)
Paul
Win wayz
A while ago, when AC still closed for the nite and re-opened at 10:00 am,
I enjoyed being among the first onto the floor on Sunday mornings because
all the "fleas" were there then, before the limits started going up, and I
could make believe I was a high roller with nickels on the pass and come
with full double odds.
I was at a table, and next to me was a Milquetoasty-looking guy. I was
betting -- winning and losing; he was writing things down in a little
notebook. Someone got the dice and started to have what turned out to be a
great roll. Everyone was betting all over the table and
press-press-pressing. Even I (Mr Conservative Bettor) had gone to $10 on
the line with full odds, three rather than two come bets, and I placed the
six and/or eight if I didn't have 'em. Everyone was betting, that is,
except Mr Milquetoast. We were all hooting and hollering, raking in those
chips. And he was writing things down in his notebook.
Finally, he squeezed a nickel out of his rack and said to the dealer "$5
on the nine, please." The dealer did his duty. The shooter rolled. It was a
six. Mr M told the dealer, "Down on my nine, please." The dealer returned
the guy's chip.
Next toss, the shooter rolled a nine. Mr M, who knew I'd been watching him
(he kept shielding his notebook from me so I wouldn't learn his secrets),
looked at me and said, "My system's working. It's just one off."
Alan Krigman
Syndicated newspaper gaming columnist &
Publisher of WINNING WAYS newsletter (e-mail me for sample)
And, check out my weekly online column at
the web's best gambling site: Rolling Good Times Online
http://www.RGTonline.com/Krigman.html
Greg Ledbetter
My favorite night of craps happened in Klamath Falls, Oregon; which is
in the south central part of the state, in 1988 or 89, I think. I was
on my way to Reno and had stopped to visit with some friends and spend
the night on my way there. I got into town at about 3:00 in the
afternoon on a Friday and since I had to wait for my friends to get
off work I stopped for a beer at the WiNeMa Hotel lounge on Main
Street.
This was before Oregon legalized state sponsored video poker machines.
However most all proprietors of alcohol had video poker and most of
them would pay off under the table if you were known to the
management. So when I went into the lounge I was not surprised to see
something like ten or fifteen poker machines and two black jack
tables, which were also legal if the house did not make a percentage
(they would "subcontract" the table).
I was surprised to see a craps table, however. It was a beautiful
thing. Antique, full sized, with new felt and cushions. Nobody was
playing or even attending the table. So when the bartender brought my
beer over to my table I asked him what the deal was with the craps
table. His reponse, with a wink of the eye, was, "It's just like the
poker machines." I took that to mean an under the table pay off so I
asked when it started. About 9 or 10 was the reply.
Well, my friends did not play craps but I talked them into going down
there to check it out at about 9:00. They were more interested in
the live music and I was left to myself to play craps. There were
only two dealers. When I asked how to play they said I could buy
chips for two bits, the maximum bet was a dollar. So I bought in for
$10.00 worth of quarters. Played pass, two comes with full odds
(single I think but maybe double). Not much action was happening,
cold table, but what the hell, it's 25 cent chips. Then at about
midnight, suddenly there were eight or ten new players. All female,
none knew how to play. And the dealers were giving them chips to play
with for free! Now, as well as I can figure out, they were not paying
off on winners. But suddenly the dice are flying, lots of rolls lots
of action. But I am the only one playing for real money!
By the time the fun ended at closing time, I was up $50.00 on 25 cent
units. Oh God, if it had only been a buck a chip.
The next time I went back, about a month later, the craps table was
gone. I still wonder where those two guys are, with that beautiful
table and great marketing idea.
AC Marc
This past weekend at Harrah's Atlantic City:
I was at a half-full $10 table. Most players were
betting pass line with odds. The biggest bet on the
table was ~$40.
A middle-aged guy, with hair like Steve Martin
walks up to the table and buys in for $2,000. This
guy had real positive energy; you could tell that he
was going to win just by looking at his smile. As
soon as he gets his chips, he says, "It's 'yo time!" much
the way Jim Carrey said "It's showtime!" in 'The Mask.'
This guy is just left of the stickman. I'm on the stickman's
right. To my right is this couple, mid-60's,
must have been married to each other since puberty.
Typical Harrah's customers.
On the come-out roll, our Jim Carrey fellow bets $50
on the Yo for him plus $10 for the dealers. A point number
rolls. Mr. Carrey put up the same bet. Lady rolls another
number. Carrey again bets $50 yo for him, $10 for dealers.
She rolls 18 place numbers before sevening out.
My bankroll is doubled thanks to the monster roll, but
Carry's bankroll is cut in half since not one 11 showed up.
The dice move to the husband. Carrey says in almost a
musical tone, "I'm bribing the wrong person" and throws
down a $50 Yo + $10 for dealers + $10 for the shooter.
Mr. shooter says, "Thanks for the bet. I'll hit one for you."
He rolls an 11. 6 + 5.
The stickman yells, "Yo! Yo! eYOleven". The dealers give
$750 to Carrery, $150 to the shooter, and take $160 toke.
Our Mr. Carrey guy keeps $250, parleys his bet to $500,
and puts $10 back up for the dealers. The shooter, who
looked like he never saw $150 when he was paid for the
first yo, was still up.
He rolls another 11.
The table goes wild. Mr. Carrey is given 7 orange $1,000
chips and five black $100 chips: $7,500. The dealers take
$160 & down, the shooter gets his $150 and tosses $25
to the dealers in appreciation. Carrey jokes, "There's more
where that came from" and increases his Yo bet to $1,000.
Just as the shooter was about to get the dice, Carrey tosses
3 black chips in the middle and yells, "It's YOTIME! Everyone
wins on the yo!" and calls for everyone with a passline bet
to get a $25 bet on the yo.
There were 10 of us on the table at the time, plus 2 others
who claimed to be playing when the bet was called. It took
a minute for the dealers to clam everyone down and mark
the bets. If the yo came up, the house would pay out
over $18,000. The dice moved to the shooter, who picked
them up, stared at them for a second, and said, "You know,
I see a YO in these dice."
Everyone, myself included, went crazy. We were all yelling
for an Eleven in our own way. The shooter just grinned & showed
the dice to his wife. She blew on them oh so lightly then gave her
hubby a big kiss on the cheek.
Oh, somewhere in Vegas, the dice are shining bright.
Somewhere on the Boardwalk, rolls thew alright. But
At Harrah's in the Marina, getting three elevens in a
row,
It just didn't show up that night.
The shooter craped out. Snake eyes.
However ...
His next roll was a point, and he also threw more than
a dozen place numbers before sevening out. My
bankroll that night more than tripled. When I went
to cash out, Mr. Carrey and his newly acquired
pumpkins were gone.
Jeffrey A. Young
In article <19971104202...@ladder01.news.aol.com>,
Win wayz <win...@aol.com> wrote:
>Money management advocates, people who believe that what goes down in
>gambling must come up, and others will be interested in a little tidbit
>buried deep in Epstein's "The Theory of Gambling and Statistical Logic" (pp
>80-82 of the Revised Edition).
. . .
>You can see that the probability approaches zero ... but will never get
>there. The incremental improvement decreases as you get into longer
>sessions. And, of course, this is a "fair game." With an edge, the
>expectation increases linearly with the number of sessions -- so the chance
>of never being ahead will decrease near the beginning then rise as sessions
>get longer and longer. Also, with longshots, the chance of always being in
>the hole will be greater than what the equation predicts -- balanced by
>being further ahead if you do get there.
The actual function is always decreasing as number of sessions increases.
It can be expressed as:
Probability of never being ahead in a session of length k =
q . [ 1 - (1-Q^(k-1))/(1-Q^k)] = q . Q^(k-1) . (1-Q)/(1-Q^k)
where Q = q/p , q = 1-p , and p is the probability of a single win.
For craps pass line, p = 244/495, q=251/495, Q=251/244.
The function decreases monotonically from q at k=1,
toward the limit q-p as k->infinity. Interestingly enough,
q-p = 7/495 = the standard 1.41...% for craps.
In other words, playing *forever*, the chance you may *never*
get ahead is about 1.4%, or about 70:1 against.
Jeff
Gregory Ris
The best craps story I can come up with is when I urged my wife to join
in one day in Atlantic City. As the game went on I was teaching her how
to play. When the player to the right of her sevened out, it was her
turn to roll, which she was reluctant at first.
Her first roll was done in a fashion as if she had a Monopoly board
right in front of her. The pit counted the roll and asked her to roll a
little harder. Her second roll was a bit better but one of the die
rolled right into the tray where the spare dice are kept. I had never
seen that before. While everyone laughed including the dealers, she was
embarrassed to continue. The pit asked her to try to hit the far wall
when she rolled the dice. She was so nervous that when she rolled for
the third time, one die went sailiing over everyone's head and the other
was caught by a player. My wife now spends most of her time at the
roulette wheel, where she can't touch the ball.
IM GAMBLOR
my wife and i were at the mohegan sun that night joe theismann and his wife
were there. we were playing video poker and while i was up looking for change
saw him. i think it is great that he went to that hospital. i always wondered
what kind of guy he is. seems very full of himself on espn. it is good to hear
that he is a nice person. i have shot craps next to al michaels from abc (at
lv hilton)and brian cox then of the dolphins (also at lv hilton).
Kwil1
This little story happened earlier this year at the Cal-Neva in Reno.
I've been watching this couple play craps for a couple of years at the
Cal-Neva. What they do is sit in the Keno section in sight of a craps
table and wait until the table is red hot and then come over and start
placeing and evertime the dice are rolled they press every bet whether
they hit a number or not. I would never invade their privacy by asking how
they are doing but judging from what I've seen their heads are above water.
So I'm losing some money at Harrah's and decide I need to get out of
there, and walk across the street to Cal-Neva to one of the street level
tables. And there they are along with six other players and most of the
tables bank is in the rails. This couple, a white man and a black woman
have every number placed for well over $300. each and she's holding the
dice. This gal throws dice like no one I've ever seen. She has this little
wind-up then straight out with the arm and a little twist right at the very
end and those dice hook against the wall and roll around the curve.
You know how when a tables bank is in place you can't see the wall behind
the stacked chips? On this table you could see all of the wall. (this isn't
going to be anything like that great $800,000. story at the beginning of
this thread,sorry)There were half a dozen stacks of black and green left
and the same for red and white. I wanted to see what was going to happen
when the bank went broke so I got my bets on the table. She threw the dice
six or eight more times and hit numbers everyone ,myself included was on
and the dealers were down to about three stacks between them. I should
mention that of course, the pit bosses are having the worst time of their
lives and several suited and tied employes are standing and carefully
observing the action. I just love when that happens. Now the gaurds walk up
with a new bank and before they can get it on the table the gal sevens out.
So I didn't get to see what was to happen ,but I did make some money. How
much you may wonder,,,I am usually in the Boris T. Dog camp and was that
day. Interestingly the dealers didn't try to get anyone to color up, we all
walked away with all the chips. Well, that's my breaking bank story. Hope
to chat with the aol folks on the eleventh, it will be midnight here. Bob
Robert Hwang
Playing at Ceasars in AC at $10 table just having a little fun. The guy
to my right just betting $10 pass line with a few $1 hardways here and
there suddenly gets a real hot roll going. There was a rich guy in the
corner betting thousands at a time all over the board. Puts up a real
big bet on the yo and sure enough you hear "yo 'leven". Takes $1000
from his payout and throws it out announcing $500 for the dealers, $500
for the shooter. Shooter establishes point of 4 then. Dealer puts
$200 hard 4 for the shooter and dealers. After making several numbers,
sure enough makes the hard 4. Shooter just cant believe what is going
on. Someone then tries to get on the table between the shooter and
myself. No freaking way, pal. This guy holds the dice for about 15
more minutes makes about $200 on his own bets and about $5000 in tips
from rich guy.
Now I'm sweating, my turn to shoot. Establish my point and make a few
numbers then my point. I then start praying if I can ever have a hot
roll please have it now. Rich guy bets the 11, coming out.... yo
'leven. Rich guy throws me $100 with a look as if there's more where
this came from if you can shoot. Establish 4 as my point and guy throws
out $100 and says $100 hard 4 for the shooter. I think about how I'm
going to spend all this money when I seven out. Just my luck.
Rob
usct...@mail2.theonramp.net
I shot craps with Deion Sanders and his body guard at the MGM in Vegas
one time. Deion was betting the table minimum($10) on everything but
his bodyguard was throwing down hundreds and losing his shorts.
SC Trojan
OreconF
In AC, I've played at table w/ Dave Justice, Lawrence Taylor, Marky
Mark.......Have seen Eric Lindros, John LeClair, BB King, and get
this.............Rush Limbaugh at the Taj, but couldn't get on their tables!
Woodsy21
It is amazing how much money some people have to gamble with. I play the
$3 and $5 tables and almost always, there is some guy with stacks of
$100 and $500 chips betting like crazy!
Robbins
A week ago on tuesday at the Showboat casino in Indiana
a guy buys in with $1500.00 just as the shooter gets hot.
the guy starts filling the table up with $80.00 come bets and
$400.00 odd's The shooter makes some points and spends about 15 min
rolling perfectly good numbers. He hit some quarter hardways and pressed
his hard six up to $100.00 and hit that.
when the shooter finally sevened out He colored up $16,000.00 and change.
the shooter playing quarters colored up over $2000.00.
The guy put his stack of $500.00 chips in his pocket and
walked off, I've seen and had hot runs before but it is really
nice to see someone put the big money on the table and
rake it in.
Jim Ferr
In article <3472A3...@concentric.net>, Woodsy21 <Wood...@concentric.net>
writes:
>
It is amazing how much money some people have to gamble with. I play the
$3
>and $5 tables and almost always, there is some guy with stacks of
$100 and
>$500 chips betting like crazy!
Some of them belong in Gamblers Anonymous. Fine if it is winnings,
or if you are wealthy enough to do it with discretionary money, but not
fine if the kids need clothes.