Last night I just had a gut feeling something good was waiting at the craps table in Atlantic City. So I drove over to Caesars and snagged the last spot at a table.
There were some BIG names playing—well-known, established shooters. To my dismay, almost all of them 7’d out pretty quick.
I was betting heavy on their points, and if the number could be rolled hard, I went big on that, too. Not a single hardway hit. Some of these shooters were instructors I’ve personally seen have amazing rolls before. Last night, their form was excellent, but the results? Unfortunately not. One instructor did have a fairly decent roll at one point, but by then my bankroll was slim and I only had one hardway bet up… while a different one hit.
I was down several thousand in no time. I left, walked over to Bally’s, but only the long table was open and it was packed. After a fruitless discussion by another shooter with a pit boss about why they only had one table running, I headed back to my original table at Caesars.
By now, the table was only half full and I got my favorite spot at sr2, close to the hook. I finally got the dice—my first roll of the whole night.
I started hitting numbers, making the point about four times and slowly filled in the ATS. Nailed the small, then with only the 10 left, I laid the 10 for $1000 just in case the devil rolled—for a GUARANTEED win of $500, since I had $10 on each ATS leg for a potential $2460. I also placed $155 on the hard 10.
A few rolls go by… Bang! Hard 10! Lost the lay bet, got paid on the hardway (tipped the dealers $35), and got paid on the tall and the all. Very next roll… 7 out. Bottom line? I recovered my losses and went home happy.
Moral of the story? Go with your gut and don’t throw in the towel when things aren’t going your way right off the bat. Also, even the best shooters have bad sessions. Nobody is invincible, even when all you hear are those stories of incredible wins by the big names.
