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Eugene
Wake
Up
Its Your Turn to Roll! I meet so many
characters at the craps tables. Some of them
have become life-long friends, while others that I see on a regular basis on any given
day, wouldnt qualify to baby-sit a rock.
Some of them are among the wisest, but not smartest people that I
know, while quite a number of others couldnt even organize a trip to the bathroom. I was going to
write about my encounters with Gary and his two over-fed, mid-thirties, unmarried twin
daughters who frequent a large number of the same casinos that I do in various
jurisdictions. He too makes a living off of
craps, but hes none too happy about life in general, and it shows in the moody,
confrontational hostility that issues from his lips every time he opens his cake-hole. Instead I want
to tell you about Eugene, a good-natured 83 year-old Precision-Shooter who I see every
couple of months. Its easy to find
Eugene in the craps pit. Hes the one
sitting in a chair asleep at the table, whose leathery face is marinating in his own
saliva pool of drool that has formed in the chip-rail.
Yes they let him sleep at the table between his shooting opportunities. If his snoring gets too loud, the stick-man wraps
the stick on the table near Eugenes head and barks out the last call. That usually works, although a gentle prodding
with the blunt end of the bamboo stick is sometimes required. Why in the
world would a casino let a player continually fall asleep on the table? Eugene is a huge bettor who tips outrageously, and the dealers LOVE him. He only
bets during his own rolls. Typically
hell bet $3,000 on the Pass Line, and back it up with maximum odds, and hell
Place all the remaining numbers for $3,000 each. Concurrently,
he makes corresponding bets for the dealers for exactly 10% of each of his bets. So on the Place numbers, the dealers will have
$300 in action on each, along with their own Pass Line bets. One dealer
said, The sleeping,
drooling and snoring doesnt bother me at all. If
Eugene wants to take a crap right there on the table, Ill volunteer to clean it up. There are very few players who even come close to
ever matching his tokes, and the best part of it is that when he is shooting, Eugene
usually has a good 3 to 8 minute roll. At
that rate, we can drop thousands into the toke box. Let
him sleep so he can rest up for his next roll! You would think
that Eugene would prefer to play at a high-limit or private table. Rather, he prefers to play at a regular $5 table
with everyone else. The Pit Critters gladly
waive the table maximums if they are too low for his action. So if you see a
frail-looking white-haired gentleman asleep at a craps table, cut him some slack and leave
him alone, because if its Eugene, the dealers are there for HIM! Good Luck & Good Skill at the Tables
and in
Life. By: The Mad Professor
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