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'BREAK-IN STORIES'
Pit Boss: Son, who taught you how to
deal?
Dealer: Scott Cameron sir
Pit Boss: SUE HIM !!!
I was at "Slot's A
fun" dealing 21, I was just learning dice, I never went to school for any
table game by the way, learned every game on the game. The boss walked up to me
and asked "What do you know about craps?" I said "They use
Dice," he took me out and put me on the stick, my first call was
"9" I called it brought the dice back to the middle and looked at the
box man and said "Now what happens?" He told me "When I motion my
hand give the dice back the same player"
The spent the next two days on the
stick, the second day one of the dealers "Jim " told the boxman
"I could deal better than this kid with my feet" I leaned over the
game and told him "You might be better then me at this game but I can out
deal you on three other game so shut up" The next day he was promoted to
permanent box in charge of me. I thought "Oh shit did I blow it this
time" But he took me under his wing and taught me the game, which I had to
later unlearn some, he was the meanest box man on earth, dice was hostile back
them.
One time a player pissed him off and told him to take his bets down (25
cents on all the hard ways), the dice game there is in front of an open wind
door, so he took the checks and threw them out the door onto the street and said
"there you go now get the F*%& out.
I've got a break-in story
for you. This all happened with the same dealer in one night and frankly I'm
surprised that to this day, she is still dealing at the same casino that I work
at. Anyway, first hour in, she's on stick and another break-in is working second
base (I'm on third). A die goes flying off the table at my end. The die that
stayed on the table landed on a three. SHE CALLS "3, CRAPS 3!" while
the box and I are screaming "NO ROLL!! NO ROLL!!" The other base
dealer started taking the line bets and chaos soon broke loose. The pit manager
came up and replaced the bets on the second base side while at the same time
trying to calm everyone down. The next hour in the same positions that we were
in before, hard four rolls on the come out. SHE CALLS "FOUR, CRAPS
FOUR!!!!" Again the other base starts taking the line and again the pit
manager is called to replace all the bets on his side. The very next roll, hard
four rolls again she had half of it right, but called "TWO, WINNER TWO,
FRONT LINE WINNER!" With the pit manager there she makes that flub to where
the pit manager says "Hey Candace, quit trying to deal roulette
here!!" (It's alright, I didn't get it either.)
NO BONES ABOUT IT
Last night after we get off
shift a couple of dealers and myself walk down the street to play craps at shall
we say the most famous break-in house in Vegas. We we're laughing our ass off at
the site of the boxperson on the craps table (we'll call him LEM) who is maybe
60 something years old black guy from down south instructing a break-in the fine art of paying off prop bets
while chewing on his dinner and pointing to the bets with a chicken bone! A
drumstick bone I believe.
" Now listen up here boy,
this here horn bet belongs to that gentleman over there you see. Do you know
what this here bet pays?.......What do you mean NO? You got yourself a dollar on
that there twelve boy. You see there where it pays 31 for 1? Just subtract the
bet there and pay the man (pointing the chicken bone)...NO! NO! NO! ....NOT $30
.....$27 boy, ahhh forget it! God damm dealing schools in this town! Got to put
up with shit every night!"
To top it off the kid comes
around to base and 'Lem' notices the kid isn't wearing black shoes.
"Now listen boy (again pointing the chicken bone) you have to wear black
shoes as a casino dealer you see....Now, now don't give me no excuses
boy.....Now listen son, don't tell me about shoes. I'm so old, I knew the motherfucka
that invented the shoe!"
"Fella out of Deeetroit!"
During my craps training class, I was ambitious to jump on the game several
times, during my breaks. (I deal BJ) One day the Pit manager convinced me to jump on
stick for the first time. The Pit boss was kind of a show off and a bully,
he told me I better sell the center bets, "I better here you hyping up your
center action."
I figured since I was just learning the games I better listen. So there I am
on stick and we're coming out. Not one center bet. So we get a point and I
starts chanting, "center action, comebets, field bets, hornbet, hardways, get
'em in" Nobody payed any attention to me. So the roll continued and still
no center action, so I say" I'm feeling the Hardways, Hardways anyway" So a
guy finally throws me 25 bucks for a hard ten, then everyone throws in some money.
After about 5 minutes of pressing and parlaying everyone's hardways, the Pit
boss had another dealer tap me out early. I went up to him and he said "good job kid, now get the fuck
outta here!"
Break-in dealer: "Sir in all honesty, how long
do you think it will take me to get to the Strip"?
PIT Boss: "If the traffic isn't too bad you can
make it in 20 minutes."
I work with the biggest
%$@&#! idiot you can imagine! Now I admit we're break-in dealers and all,
but I'm certainly not as stupid as this dickhead who is on the stick during
another hot roll. Players screaming, jumping up and down, high fives....you get
the picture, ....The player standing next to the stick pats "dickhead"
on the shoulder in jubilation of winning...........dickhead thinks it's
the next dealer taking him out, and leaves his post! The boxman is yelling at
him to return, but he can't hear him because he's behind the crowd for a moment.
Now, if that wasn't bad enough, the same player (drunk) picks up the stick and
attempts to advertise prop bets! What a %#@%ing mess!...........To make matters
worse, later that evening I got a "verbal warning" by the shift
manager, apparently for
'laughing my ass off on a live game!'
Dear Scott, I am a break in dealer at a
casino in Downtown Las Vegas. On Tuesday of last week we closed down a game early and the Pit Manager told me to go to the Shift Mgr. to get the stick case. When I finally tracked down the Shift Mgr., he sent me to the BJ Pit Mgr., who then in turn sent me to the casino next door. I wound up making the exact same round over there and still had no case. So I returned to my Pit Mgr. and told him that I could find no such case. His face turned three shades of red and he yelled at me to go to the roulette pit and check there and not to return without it!!! When I arrived at roulette the floorman told me I was to
go to the casino across the street to get the wheel crank and then we could rotate the wheel into a position that would allow us to get the stick case.
Let me ask you, are they fucking with me or what?
Scott,
I'm a dealer at Argosy Casino in Lawrenceburg Indiana. I've been dealing Craps
and Black Jack for almost two years now and I can honestly say I love this
business. My break in story is kind of a sick one. When I started in dealers school
my first game was Craps. I weighed 375lbs. I would sweat so bad on base the
instructor called me rainman because when I got tapped off base it looked like
it rained on the lay-out. This intro brings me to my story. It was my second
week on the boat ( I weighed about 321lbs ) I was on stick on a jam up nickel
game from hell. Props were flying in from everywhere and then it happened. I
knew I was nervous, the only role I wanted to see was a 7, but it never came. I
was sweating something fearse. Finally my 20 minute were over. I gladly went to
base. Next call from the sick person was OUT! 7 OUT!. As I was cleaning up my
end of the layout Sandra attempted to dump the bowl. She couldn't do it. I had
sweated so bad on stick I filled the dice bowl and the dice were now soaked and
stuck to the bowl. Not to mention the shit that spilled out onto the lay out in front
of my boxman. He laughed his ass off as he called the floor over to bring him
some tissues to clean the dice and dry the bowl. Since then I have lost 184lbs
and have retired the nickname rainman. Never the less on a jamming game when I'm
busting my ass and start to break a little sweat I get asked "you're not
going to flood the dice bowl on me are you?"
WHAT AN ASSHOLE!
The boat I work on has a
few craps dealers that are new in the business. One such kid is dealing $500 checques
for the first time to this player and survives the ordeal to the point where
he and a couple of his buddies get off shift and go to the bar with their 'war
stories' of the evening. This kid apparently comes back to
the game a couple of hours later TWO SHEETS TO THE WIND! I mean shit faced
drunk! Walks up to the player still betting purple and pats him really hard on
the back like an old buddy and yells "Oh man! Look at all that
money!!" Hey everybody, I was dealing to this mother fucker a while
ago" "Damm dude, look at this shit"-----as he grabs
what turned out to be $11,000 in chips and drops it all over the crap table and
on the floor! This kid got fired and is lucky to be alive because if I was running the pit, I
WOULD HAVE KILLED HIM.
For all you young
dealers reading this: Please don't drink after work in the same casino that
employs you.
DON'T BE AN ASSHOLE - GO
SOMEWHERE ELSE!
Dear
Scott, I've been dealing for about 3 months now and last night I called a 20
minute hand on the stick not once but three different times! The Pit manager
told me to go to the keno lounge and count keno balls. He handed me a notepad
and a pen. He was fucking serious! Can he do that?
One day a couple of years ago while working at a mid-west riverboat I
was sitting box on a relatively quiet crap game. A couple of rolls go by and the stick person while having
to watch his end missed a couple of easy mistakes that the dealer made. Being the mellow box that I am!!!
Argh Argh!!!!...I asked would he please pay attention to his end. Wouldn't
you know it the very next roll the dealer made another mistake and Joe did not catch it.
Well Joe was tapped out to come around and before he
tapped into base I asked him what the problem was? He said and I quote..." The dice were moving too fast for
me " to my astonishment. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I looked him right in the eye and
said....."you're the stick"....He looked back at me with a stone face and he could not have been more serious.
Have to tell you this one about new
dealers
I work at one othe the Tunica boats, and, their infinite wisdom, our management decided cross training was
the way to go, so they brought several long-time BJ
dealers to the craps pit.
Now this little lady had had a very short course in craps basics, and was expected
to "pick-up the rest" on the game. This is graveyard, and a slow night at that.
She's on stick-the dice roll. (she didn't bring in the extra dice, I picked them up
and handed them to box). Dice hit the table, she brings them back to the middle
and hadn't said a word.
Boxman: "Call the dice before you move them"
She smiles and sends the dice. Dice roll- same thing.
Boxman "you have to call the dice before you move them."
She smiles. He
puts he hand over the dice and looks her in the eye.
" Mary, It is your job to let the other dealers know what number the dice round BEFORE you move them.
She's smiles sweetly and said" Well, they should know what to do, they do this all the time."
Box taps me out ,I move to stick , she moves to base. The dice roll-7 out. She smiles sweetly, and stands
with her hands folded. Box tells her to collect the
bets. She asks him why. They sent her back to BJ and we ran inside stick the rest of the night.
Sometimes I wonder how they remember to breath.
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