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I never intended
for there to be a Part Two to this article. However,
a couple of days after Part One happened to me at Ballys Wild West Casino in
Atlantic City, Part Two transpired. That aging
look-alike version of folk-singer Dan Hill was once again at the same table as I was. Surprisingly, the table wasnt very full at
such an early (5:30 am) hour. I managed to
string together quite a number of good hands. The
shortest one was 12-rolls and the longest ones were in the low-40 range. There was one particular hand when I made 9
straight points, all in fairly quick succession. My nemesis was on
the Dont Pass Line for almost the entire time.
One particular Come-Out roll somehow made him stop his kamikaze plunge into
casino oblivion. On that particular hand, I
shot five straight 7-winners, which unashamedly kicked his DP bets in the ever-loving
testicles. Ouch, that has GOT to hurt! Anyway, I ran into
him a while later near the coffee-shop. He
said, You know, you just might be on to something with the way that you shoot. My reply was a simple, Naw, Im just
lucky sometimes. He said, No, no,
I really mean that. You fix the dice, and you
really know what youre doing. You could
probably make a good living off of throwing the dice the way that you do. I tilted my head to one side like the RCA dog, and
said, Do you really think so? I
was tempted to add an Aw shucks to that statement, but I thought it might be
facetious overkill. He talked a little
further about craps and the way it is SO random in its outcomes that he had long ago
decided that since the dice are numerically drawn to the 7, why not bet that
way on the Dont Pass and Dont Come Lines.
I said that I knew what he meant, but I had a somewhat more positive outlook
on the game in that there were sometimes unexplainable streaks in the game. I added that some people were consistently lucky
when it came to shooting the dice, and I considered myself one of them. He nodded his head in agreement, then added that
he was going to keep a look out for players like me from now on. I told him to be careful about going
overboard on trading upon someones apparent luck, as, just like the 7,
you never know when it is about to either appear or take an extended holiday. Breakfast was surprisingly satisfying that morning. It hadnt taken one-million fully-documented Arthur Anderson-certified rolls. It hadnt taken a non-stop, no-win, blue-faced screaming match with an unbeliever. It had simply taken a formerly closed-mind, a decent Precision-Shooter, and a former full wallet of cash to convert the unconvertible into a new faith and a new profit opportunity. Good Luck & Good Skill at the Tables
and in
Life. The Mad Professor
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