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by heavy » Wed Mar 21, 2012 12:17 am
A lot of these sessions have sort of blurred though the years, despite their memorability. You old timers will probably say "here we go again." The essential facts of the sessions are correct, although I may have miffed a little detail due to that old-timer's disease. Here goes.
A few years back I was on the way to Orlando with the family. We used several different casinos along the way to and from the Sunshine State for comped rooms as opposed to spending our hard-earned vacation cash. But I believe in giving my hosts a shot at my bankroll so I played at least one session at every property.
In a session I played at our first stop I tossed six consecutive twelves on the come out. I started out with a $10 line bet - a $5 World plus a $2 high/low and pressed it the World/High/Lo $7 on each hit. The pay offs were $55, $110, $165, $220, $275, and $330 - a total just under $1500 won on the come-out series versus $60 in line bet losses. You know what I remember thinking at the time? I should have parlayed the first hit. Just about every player at the table lost $50 - $60 on that Come Out series. They had no clue why the dealer kept paying me all of those green chips while the boxman inspected the dice after every toss. Memo to self - remember to chart for trends.
The second night out was spent at the old Grand Casino in Gulfport, which was located where the Island View property is now. Back then what is now Island View was owned by the Copa and was a sweaty locals barge parked next door. Now, this tale has absolutely nothing to do with See a Horn - Bet a Horn. It simply adds a little validity to the observation that my toss was really "ON" that week.
Anyway, I got up to play an early bird session before hitting the road. I had the table to myself and was roughly an hour and a half into a hand when the electricity went off. It was off for about twenty minutes. The lights came on and the hand continued. Other players wandered up to the table, bought in and played a bit. Then they colored up and left while the hand continued, complaining that they wanted to SHOOT the dice, not just bet. (OBJECT LESSON - Would you rather shoot the dice or win?) Another forty-five minutes or so later the electricity went off a second time. To be honest with you, I was much amused by the entire affair. Pulled up a stool and shot the shit with the dealers while waiting for the lights to come back in. The boxman even offered to return all of my bets to me and let me walk away if I wished. Nah. Let's finish the hand. So, when the lights came back on I played out my hand. The entire thing stretched to over three hours. I think is was around three hours and forty minutes. The exact number doesn't matter. Just know that I went a hell of a long time between sevens that session. BTW, the family had been waiting patiently in our room for over three hours, all dressed up and waiting for me to take them to breakfast. I don't care how much you win - it's still cold in the doghouse. Especially on vacation. Lesson? Always make sure the bride knows you may be longer than expected - and if so - that's a good thing.
On our way back to Texas from Florida we spent the night at one of WC's favorite haunts in Vicksburg. At my session there I tossed aces back to back to back to back - four consecutive times - on the come out series. Nope, I did not repeat the six in a row feat from a week earlier. And can you guess what I thought to myself after that one? I wished I had remember to get my first World/Hi-Low bet in. I'd bet the Pass Line only, so I was down $10. I did not miss out on the next toss, but was only able to capitalize on three of the four hits. And no, I didn't parlay the first hit on the aces either. I'd completely forgotten the lesson learned in Shreveport/Bossier.
Why do I tell you all this? Beats the hell out of me. I guess I'm in a "war story" kind of mood tonight.
The first time I met Elephant Tracks and the original Nickel Midnight from the old board was over in Bossier City. I believe Hinduman might have been along on that occasion as well. The guys wanted to get an idea about what a controlled toss looked like. In the middle of my hand I tossed an unexpected twelve. I immediately turned my place bets off and tossed out a $4 Horn. It hit. I pressed it. It hit again. I pressed it again. It hit again. This went on, as I recall, for something like seven tosses. I definitely remember the looks I got from the other players as the chips kept sliding across the felt. They thought I was wasting bullets. I thought "this is fun."
I think my buddy Wild Child will tell a similar tale about our first adventure over in Shreveport the day after we first met. The Eleven was the number of the day on that occasion and we both cleaned up on it.
The best, though, was a hand tossed by a gal known as Dice Chick back around 2004. This was one night at the Golden Nugget and we owned the table. Dice Chick set for and threw horn numbers on the Come Out. That night she tossed (Irish - you may have to help me) either twelve or thirteen consecutive horn numbers on the Come Out. Thirteen sounds good, but I'm leaning toward twelve. Oh yeah, we had the dealers on the horn as well. They were still talking about it 24 hours later.
Anyway, the bottom line on this subject for me is pretty straight-forward. I've won so much money with this "follow the trend" kind of play through the years that I (personally) don't see any particular reason to stop. Is the vig on this action significant? You bet. Would John Patrick cringe over me talking about this? Hell yeah. In fact, I've had that lecture from John personally. And he's absolutely correct. As are you. That's why I do NOT teach people this strategy. With that said, a lot of guys who have followed me around the tables through the years swear by it.
"Get in, get up, and get gone."
- Heavy