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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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