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At crowded table a young, very attractive lady was throwing a duke. The point was four. Six's seemed to be her sweet spot and she threw them liberally. She had $300 on both the 6 and 8 and was doing quite well. She would not press, but make the same bet always. After about the ninth roll of a six, her dealer paid her her $350. She was so excited at her luck that she picked up her checques and threw them to the other end of the table yelling "c'mon 6, let's do it again!" Dice were still in the middle of the table.  ………………………….Priceless

THE SILENT GAME 

Some years ago, I was a dice dealer on Grave at Splash in Tunica and I thought I knew something with 12 years' experience... There's some serious gray hair on Stick and Second Base and I'm on Third. Around 4 or 5 am our game is dead except for this one young black guy shooting for a nickel on Second. The Stick sends the dice, the player shoots and the Stick calls the number and from that point says not another word, roll after roll until we get a result on the number. This was either "Winner" or "Seven Out." He said nothing else at all.

I was dealing in a small Northern Nevada casino. We had a big game going and our Pit Boss was a woman. The shooter shoots one die off the table and it lands in the crack of this chubby cowboys ass, and he doesn't even flinch and he just sits there with this die in his crack. I call "die down" and tell the shooter to call "same dice". the Pit Boss says "where did it go" So with a straight face I point the dice out to her. So she hims and haws for a few seconds and finally gets the courage to reach in and get this die. Just as she reaches in the cowboy jumps up yelling spills his drink into the 21 rack and now the die has fallen into his jeans. So of course I call out again "same dice requested". The whole pit was a riot of laughter.

Scott, file this story under "Score one for the good guys" In all my years in the biz, this had to be the coolest thing I've ever seen. I'm on stick and the game is as cold as my ex-girlfriend (and let me tell ya, that bitch was COLD). I mean point-7, point-7, point-7, one right after the next. Then this one guy comes up (We'll call him Davey for the sake of this story) and gets a marker for 50 large. The table continues cold and this dude is getting PISSED! I mean he's screaming and yelling at every shooter 'cause they can hit a point if their life depended on it. Anyway, finally we get this little old man who's a regular to the joint and is a pretty good tipper and he throws a BONAFIED-MOTHERFUCKING-DUKE! AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER, I get back on stick and the one guy with marker is now up about 100 G's. The shooter finally 7-ed out and the table was clapping and cheering for the little old man...now here's the kicker. Davey went down to the old man and tipped HIM $1000 and said (and I quote) "thank you for all your hard work." The little old man politely shook his hand and waited until Davey bought back his marker and went to the cage to get the rest of his cash. Well this little old man, God bless him, after Davey left said "Here, YOU did all the hard work!" and he threw that big beautiful orange chip to the box-person and we dropped it in toke box. Subsequently, the little old dude walked away before any of us got a chance to thank him...I guess our jaws were still on the floor. SCORE ONE FOR THE GOOD GUYS! I guess there really ARE nice dice players

Since moving to the Midwest I've seen some crazy things but nothing like this ever before. I'm running the Dice Pit the other night and the floor calls me over and tells me I'm going to need security. I ask him why and he points to this lady on the hook who has a roll of duck tape in her hand and yes that's right she's taping herself to the game. I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT!!! I get security and go out to talk to her. I ask her why she is taping herself to the game and she tells me " I'm drunk and don't want to go home yet and last time I was here you threw me out so have fun trying to get me out of here this time." Now there is a huge crowd watching this unfold. Security has to cut her loose from the game and carry her off the boat kicking and screaming into a waiting police car. YOU CAN'T BEAT THE MIDWEST FOR ENTERTAINMENT.

I am a boxman outside of the USA, I'm not saying where, it would be a little easy to identify the idiot I'm going to talk about. We had a new class of lumps start recently same old pile of nerves, sweat and mistakes. One of these was a particularly loud Roulette dealer, who thought the game was too easy for him. Now his base work was acceptable not to many gaffs, but on stick he was miss-calling about every third roll, 6 would become 8 or 3 a 7 (that would always go down really well with the punters). The boxies tried everything to calm him down reassuring him, telling him these things happen etc. no result, then we started bollicking him tearing this guy's ego into shreds anything to get him to call right. After a month or so the dealer was a wreck anything he had been able to do had gone to hell, there wasn't a real problem about calling the wrong numbers he was pretty much a mute, it was an awful mess. Eventually  the shifty hauled him into the office to see why he screwed up so bad. The answer stunned us all "My glasses are broken I can't see the end of the table" The dealer was benched until he could get new eyewear and all the boxies got it in the neck for not figuring it out sooner. What a bloody mess.

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