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Mad Professor's Mini-Table Craps Tour with the Vegas Ghost - Part VIII- continued Frank
Sinatra liked steak and eggs for breakfast, but that would be around 6:30 pm or fairly
close to his first 8 oclock show of the night.
Ill tell you, he could live on steak and eggs for three meals a day,
and still be perfectly happy. His big meal of
the day was late, late like four in the morning.
They
were all like that most of the time. You have
to remember that their circadian-clocks were reversed. So between shows theyd have a
nice Italian meal, ya know, steak or seafood and pasta around 10:30, and of course there
would be quite a lot of booze and theyd invite various girls to join them. By the time theyd go on for their midnight
show, they all had a full-snoot of everything, so theyd be totally loose, but yet
they were able to keep it all together and not fall into the orchestra-pit seating, or
trip over the foot-lights, or anything like that. Of course,
they sometimes had to do a 4 am. show, but Frank hated those the worst. Wayne Newton, and Sammy and Liza would do them
without complaint, and so would Tom Jones and all the top comics of the day, but I would
say that for the last ten years of Franks career, he only did maybe a dozen or so
4-in-the-morning shows. Obviously, that was
the old days. Now you have
guys and gals, like Celine Dion, doing one 8 oclock show for four or five nights a
week and getting $150-million dollar, multi-year contracts.
Hell, most off-Strip lounges dont even have a band on stage past 4 am.
anymore, let alone a superstar. Vegas has
become less hedonistic and more civilized, in a complete reversal from the old days, and
the rest of society has become more hedonistic and less civilized. Go figure, huh! As he waxed
poetic about the extinction of the Mob-run casino empires and the rise of corporate-run
realms, I steered Mel back onto the what-did-they-eat-for-breakfast question. Sammy
Davis would typically have scrambled
eggs and a smoked salmon platter. Funny
though, Sammy was a heavy smoker and hed have one burning throughout his entire
meal. Even Frank who was a heavy smoker,
would joke with Sammy that the salmon was already smoked, and didnt need any more
added to it. Mels
fond recollections had made the drive to our next target on the Mini-Tub Tour pass by
quickly. We soon arrived at: Wildfire Casino
(Editors Note: The mini table at Wildfire as been moved to the Fiesta Henderson since this article was written)
As you can
see in the photo, Wildfire is just up the street from the Texas Station Hotel-Casino in
the northwest area of Las Vegas known as the Rancho Strip.
On Rancho Drive you will find Wildfire, and Texas Station, as well as Sante
Fe Station, Fiesta-Rancho,
and a little further south, the Palace Station. Each one of
those gaming-houses are in the Station Casinos stable of ownership, however your Boarding
Pass players-card isnt valid at either the Wildfire or Fiesta-Rancho just yet. For an up-to-date list of where various Players
Cards and Lines-of-Credit are interchangeable, you can take a look at my
Casino Credit Update - Part III article. The
Casino
Wildfire
opened in late 2001 at the former Ernies Casino, (the first casino ever built on
Rancho Drive way back in 1958). Its only 20,000 square-feet in size, so you
cant expect any sort of mega-resort oooh and awe opulence factor. To put that size into perspective, there are only
six table games in the entire casino, and one of them just happens to be a decent
mini-sized craps table. Its got very easy access from the parking lot,
and Mel pointed out that the electronic tote boards and leather chairs in Wildfires
sportsbook came directly out of the dearly departed Desert Inn Resort-Casino (the future
site of Steve Wynns new Le Reve Resort). The
Game
We approached
the one-dealer mini-tub that comfortably accommodates eight players. I suppose you could squeeze in ten players, but in
the questionable-hygiene shower-optional world of North Las Vegas, you definitely
dont want to be sandwiched between two I-only-shower-when-Im-in-jail-or-caught-in-a-rainstorm
kind of fellows. I suppose you can run into
that sort of player anywhere, but in a small off-Strip gaming-house like Wildfire, the
odds are definitely more in your favor. The table
only opens AFTER 4 pm on weekdays. On the
weekend, it is sometimes available after 11 in the morning, but that isnt always the
case. If in doubt, give them a call ahead of
time. Youll be
treated to a low $2 bet-minimum, but they only offer 2x-Odds. In the grand scheme of things, 2x-Odds is NOT that
bad. If things start to click during your
shooting, you can always boost your line bet. Even
during the middle of your shoot, you can cap your Pass-Line bet by adding to
it, then adding the corresponding amount of money to your Odds to garner a higher payoff. The Table The
mini-table is fairly bouncy, but the dice are still controllable. The lightest of throwing force is required to
propel the dice to the far-end wall. High-trajectory
throws DO NOT work unless you land them right at the base of the wall with a Dead Cat
Bounce (see Mad Professor's Shooting Bible Part IV for
DCB particulars). Otherwise, expect
substantial random sideways motion. A
low-trajectory Low, Slow & Easy toss works best (see
Mad Professor's Shooting Bible Part III
for L, S & E particulars).
When
the table first opens it usually isnt crowded, but as soon as two or three people
start playing, it always brings out several more. I
realize that a lot of people dont want to start-up an empty table, but it makes me
think that they are like shy, homely wallflowers at a junior high school dance. They wait, watching and hoping that someone else
will start the action on the dance floor. Mel
was immediately recognized by the Pit Boss who was overseeing all of the table games. Mel remembered him as an astute dealer from back
in the late 80s and mid-90s when Mel was the head-sheppard of the Hilton
herd. Several
good hands punctuated the first half of our session.
For the first time in a long time, Mel actually had a very long roll. While I didnt keep count of his rolls, I can
tell you that he hit the 6 and/or 8 at least seventeen times, and he hit the 5 and/or 9 at
least twelve times. He also managed to
complete three Pass-Line winners before bowing out after a long and valiant attempt to hit
his fourth Point. My
own rolls werent quite so long, nor nearly as profitable, but I did make at least
two Points every time the dice came around to me. The
entire game was very relaxed, and the other five players were in a happy, yet not overly
noisy mood. When Mel and
I had each completed our respective hands, he would recommence his conversation with his
Pit Pal. While the conversation wasnt
altogether distracting, their occasional collective belly laughs would cause a number of
distant heads to turn. While the dice were at
the other end of the table, I went for a washroom break by saying, Okay, Im
leaving before the two of you start braiding each others hair. Our
Session
the 2nd Half When
I returned, Mel and his long lost friend were whooping it up more than the players. The dice remained moderately warm, but no one had
any bets of real substance out on the layout. If
I recall correctly, Mel was the high-roller at the table with a couple of $24,
6 and 8s, and $25 bought Place-bet on the 10. The
other players were still in the $22 Inside range of bets, with most of them posted on the
Pass-Line with $2, and full 2x-Odds. Mels
shooting deteriorated substantially on his next turn, and I lost a fairly large Inside
Numbers wager that got knocked off before I had a chance to collect even one measly
payoff. I reminded myself not to be lulled
into thinking that Mels shooting had unfailingly improved. I held off betting on him
during the next two go-rounds, and I saved a pile of money by keeping it safely lodged in
my chip-rail. In fact his shooting went from
Zero to Hero and back again in less than one hour. My
next couple of hands were profitable, but not strikingly so. I kept my Place-bet press action to a
conservative level, even though I was hitting multiple repeaters on my Inside Place bets. The temptation to bet-it-up was always never far
from my mind. Each
one of my 2nd half hands ended when I let my focus be distracted by some minor
pay-disputes at the other end of the table. Normally
this sort of thing doesnt even bother me, and I didnt think that I really let
it bother me then either. However, in
retrospect, each time that an argument broke out at the opposite end of the table, my very
next throw was a cursed 7-Out. I
realized much later that I was getting tired from playing at too many tables, at too many
casinos, over too many hours, and that a rest was definitely called for. Proximity
Guarantees Nothing The
closeness demands a very low-energy toss with as little backspin so as to maintain on-axis
travel. Then you have to deal with figuring the proper trajectory or the arc of the
throw.
You
will find that your hand may hit the rear wall during your backswing. On larger tables this isnt usually a
problem, but once you get situated behind the smaller dimensions of a mini-table, you may
feel like your shooting-movement is a lot more restricted.
This may tend to cramp your shooting style, and therefore change the
trajectory and backspin that you usually impart on the dice. Under those conditions, disappointing results
arent usually too far behind. The
obvious solution to this problem is a from-the-table release. We take an in-depth look at both types of
releases in my upcoming MPs Shooting Bible Part V
article). If you arent completely
comfortable with that method of release, then my other solution is another easy to learn
winner: The Egg-Toss
Lob If youve
ever been to a family reunion, company picnic or other social setting where you get into
an egg-toss contest, you know that the objective of the game is for two people to toss an
uncooked egg to each other as they move farther and farther away from each other. The objective is to NOT break the egg. The last pair of contestants, who havent
broken their egg, wins the contest. It
obviously takes a very soft throw and a very soft catch to succeed at this. So it is with
my Egg-Toss Lob that I find especially effective for the short
throwing-distances of mini-tables. I
occasionally use it on shorter conventional tables as well.
However, the longer the distance, the less effective the overall on-axis
consistency will be with this toss. The
Egg-Toss
Lob is a palm-down from-the-table toss that uses the gentlest of throws to get
the dice to land ever-so-gently at the base of the far wall. Its as if you are playing catch
with a small child. You keep the distance as
short as possible, and the force as light as possible to ensure a low-risk of damage (to
the imaginary egg/the real dice) and a high-risk of a successful catch (or in this case, a
soft landing). As always,
you should be experimenting with and perfecting grips, tosses,
and trajectories AT HOME. The Greed
Factor How much money
can you reasonably take from the Wildfire table? If youd
like to settle in for a leisurely two-hour session, then $75 to $150 per hour isnt
an unreasonable take from this casino. You
could make this move every day without drawing any type of heat. However, if your day-in and day-out win-rate was
higher, your continued presence at the Wildfire table would likely bring some unwanted
attention. On the other
hand, if you only make a twice a week visit, I would think that you could safely squeeze
about $300 or $400 per session without raising any alarms.
You have to remember that small places like Wildfire start to get nervous if
they see multiple green chips in action on the craps layout. If you stay at or below their comfort level, you
wont likely run into any problems. Mel said his
goodbyes to both his Pit Pal and a few of his dollars that he had unfortunately left
behind due to some undisciplined play near the end of our session. I didnt tell Mel how much I had saved by not
betting on him during his last two hands. Some
things are better left unspoken. Join the Vegas Ghost and I next time
as we continue our Mini-Tub Tour of Las Vegas. Until
then, Good Luck & Good Skill at those
Mini-Tables
and in Life. Sincerely, The Mad Professor |
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