Sunday, July 23, 2006

Weekend Revival

They say sometimes you need to change the way you play so this weekend I mixed things up a bit.

Friday consisted of no poker. I did work hard on analyzing my Fantasy Baseball teams as we get close to the two-thirds pole in a long season. I'm first, second, third, and sixth so I have a realistic shot at three pennants this year. I also watched a double-header of baseball as I caught my two teams back-to-back. I wathced the Marlins win against Shitsburgh on the MLB package then caught the Cardinals smoke the Dodgers for the umpteenth time in row on one of the Vegas Fox Channels. It was a nice relaxing day other than watching Iak take down a chopped first in the $6500 Guarantee of Full Tilt.

Saturday Carmen and I did the tourist thing and for the first time since I've been to Vegas I went into the pit. Don't worry I'm thinking of making this only a quarterly thing, even though I'll be at the sports book once Football starts, but it was a nice change of pace from the grind of playing poker for a living.

Being the ever good boyfriend I even sat down with Carmen and put $40 in a Mr. Cashman machine. I can honestly say what a waste of fucking money. I really tried hard to find the appeal that some 40 million tourists seem to thoroughly enjoy but for some reason I couldn't turn my mind into some pile of oatmeal. At least give me a lever to pull of something. I looked around at all the mostly brain dead seniors putting the last of their social security checks into the machines in probable hopes of winning enough for a months supply of meds and in most cases it was to no avail.

In most cases I add but not this one. In the keep coming forever lure of big jackpots some ancient lady with a bad taste in polyester hit a Wheel of Fortune game for $420,000. After all the hoopla, and photo-ops, and traffic jams--the winning machine was right in a main aisle of course--there seemed to be a new life that entered the casino. These slot players started pumping money and hitting buttons faster than any time since the Swing Era in the hopes of hitting their fortunes. I had to think maybe the casino needed to build a jackpot up before they gave it away again and these poor souls were doing just that, building up a jackpot. It was sad really.

But I had no time to stay sad at my wasted $40 so I grabbed Carmen from her near comotose yet agitated state and took her from the casino building slots area to the casino building craps table. Oh yes, Chris would have been happy as I made my way to one of my favorite places and one that I haven't visited in a long long time.

Man I love craps and I'm not even an action junkie. Its the anticipation of the roll, having like six differnt bets per roll, there's money flying in all different directions, hell it takes four casino employees plus an ever present pit boss to keep the game running. That to me is excitement.

The table we got was a wild one. The side Carmen and I played from was rolling numbers like crazy. We were keeping the dice for at least three or four points each and we started to get the place rocking. Then the dice would get to the other side and it was cold as ice. Come outs of 3, 2, 12, before finally hitting 4 for the point, only to then immediately roll a 7. But the good thing was it was five steps forward two steps back so we were at least making money.

Carmen has only played craps once before and after Saturday I know she's going to want to go back. Once every three months baby, or whenever someone comes to town, whichever is first. Yea right? Seriously.

Carmen got on a roll, where she hit five for the point the proceeded to roll about six 6s, four 8s, three 9s, before she hit the point. She managed to do this a few times before the dreaded seven out line away but we got paid. I shot after her and I got hot too.

7, 7, lets bet a yo, 7, nice but damn lets bet another yo, boom 11. The table was going wild and I hadn't even rolled a point yet. I finally rolled a six but before I payed off that six I hit a handful of numbers including the hard ten and hard eight which everyone was piling on at my convincing. I was on a roll.

It was one of my hotest times ever rolling on the table and what even made it better was this old Cajun (great)grandma that was standing beside me a hootin' and a hollerin'.

She had this deep gravely voice with a definite backswamp Cajun accent and she couldn't have been more than five foot tall. She was all tucked in her walker, in my best guess so that if she got too excited she wouldn't go tumbling to the ground.

She smoked those extra long Virginia slims which always seemed to have at least two inches of ash dangling on the end. It was probably because they were getting crushed as she kept the pack in the front pocket of her too tight pants along with continually banging back and forth against the arms of her Walker.

Speaking of pants she had them pulled up to senior citizen level in most places except in the area where her hip kept smacking the walker. That and a probable too- fast-to-the-bathroom-I-don't-wanna-miss-a-roll trip had her shirt tucked into her granny panties which were on proud display for only me and the ever-apparent cocktail waitress to see. If we were losing I might have been appalled but since the dice were hot she was high-fiving me so really what did I care?

Poor lady though, she had to meet the bus, (short or long I'll let you decide) and she kept looking at her watch knowing that the fun was coming to an end. Well if you play craps long enough the fun always comes to and end but she got out in time. I'll probably never see this poor old woman again but some of lifes satisfactions are enjoying a moment in time with a complete stranger as we'll both have our memories of a late Saturday evening spend at the Red Rock kicking ass at craps.

I did pull myself away from the crap table before it got cold so after losing at Mr. Cashman and a quick appetizer at T-Bones, one of the best restaurants in Vegas, I still managed to leave up a buy-in from the $1/2 NL game. So for a night away from the Poker tables, playing the role of tourist, meeting this crazy Cajun women, and getting my fix at the crap table, I still won a buy-in. Go figure.

Vegas Rocks. Pack all your shit and get out here. I did. What a great move. Oh yea and mix it up sometimes.

10 Comments:

At 9:26 AM, Blogger slb159 said...

Thanks for the cash game advice, Don. Every bit helps.

 
At 12:38 PM, Blogger smokkee said...

ya, i used to play mostly craps before getting into poker. i would just play the pass line until i came across a couple of hot rollers then pile it up from the come line. i'd go back to playing the pass line until they got the dice again. everyone's best of friends with the table's hot.

i'm gonna be out there this thursday, staying at the trop (next door to your fav tourist attraction, MGM).

email me: smokkee@cox.net so we can b-slap sum tourists while i'm in town.

 
At 3:51 PM, Blogger iamhoff said...

Craps are waaay too fun. You just have to know when to jump off of a table. I've gone from up $500 to down $300 in the seeming blink of an eye. Still, I loves me some craps. Glad you could mix it up tourist-style and still come out ahead. Gives us real tourists some hope :)

 
At 3:55 PM, Blogger SirFWALGMan said...

Next time mack with the Cajan woman, I hear it brings good luck! Glad you guys had fun.

 
At 5:27 PM, Blogger Matt Silverthorn said...

Cool story! I'm glad you ended up for the day as well. See you in the WWdN tonight?

 
At 8:25 PM, Blogger Iakaris aka I.A.K. said...

Nice job D - felt like I was there, and as usual...never played craps in my life!

 
At 5:27 PM, Blogger HighOnPoker said...

Hey Donny-boy! Didn't you know that spotting granny panties is good luck!

Now you know, and knowing is half the battle!

 
At 7:25 PM, Blogger Iakaris aka I.A.K. said...

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At 12:50 PM, Blogger Iakaris aka I.A.K. said...

I've been deleting myself all day...I was just kidding of course, and agree there is always a method to your madness.

 
At 8:44 PM, Blogger drewspop said...

See, this is why being too busy at work sucks ass. You skim and miss great stories like this one. Can't wait to get out there again and drag you down to the pits.

 

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