It's football season, and of course, casino football contests abound. I want to take part. I want to be a playa. But alas, I can't afford the $1500 Hilton, much less the $2500 South Point Contest, the biggest in town. I live these contests vicariously in a limited proxy role.
So I hit the free contests, as do the rest of the masses.
But I like the Stations contest. Houses, money, and BMWs. That's the ticket! But it cost $50 for 3 entries. I was on the outside looking in. However, this is Las Vegas, where all your dreams come true (maybe).
With a little creative dumpster diving, I was able to collect a "number" of the periodical mailings that casinos do to lure marks in the door. Well, my local Stations had a mailing just chocked-full of $25 matchplay coupons.
So I clip my first one out and head on over to my Stations' craps table. I walk up, and the table is painted in chips. I wait for the shooter to finish his roll. He hits his point. A four. Hard. The table is going crazzeee! Chip racks are filling up fast.
I take out twenty-five dollars and place it on Don't Pass with my coupon. The dealer quickly replaces the cash with a green chip. The table's totally jammed up with players betting way more than my $25 and yelling encouragement to the very hot shooter (who is beside me).
Shooter comes out. I hold my breath. He rolls a ten. Yes! Hard ten bets are thrown in from every direction!
Now I have a 2-1 advantage on his sevening out and a 2-1 payout if he does. If all gambling odds were like that, I'd play more. This is turbo +EV!
Point is ten. First roll: 6-1, seven out. Boy, do I know craps!
I wait patiently for the dealer to clean up the losers. Then he plunks down my $50 winnings. I pick it up and head for the Cage. The players glare at me.
So I take my newly-won $50 and enter the Stations Contest. It is destiny. From a dumpter-dived matchplay coupon to houses, cars and wealth, the story is ever evolving.
But that's the lure of Las Vegas and the atraction of gambling.
DISCLAIMER: If I had lost, you wouldn't have heard from me. That's also an aspect of gambling.
So I hit the free contests, as do the rest of the masses.
But I like the Stations contest. Houses, money, and BMWs. That's the ticket! But it cost $50 for 3 entries. I was on the outside looking in. However, this is Las Vegas, where all your dreams come true (maybe).
With a little creative dumpster diving, I was able to collect a "number" of the periodical mailings that casinos do to lure marks in the door. Well, my local Stations had a mailing just chocked-full of $25 matchplay coupons.
So I clip my first one out and head on over to my Stations' craps table. I walk up, and the table is painted in chips. I wait for the shooter to finish his roll. He hits his point. A four. Hard. The table is going crazzeee! Chip racks are filling up fast.
I take out twenty-five dollars and place it on Don't Pass with my coupon. The dealer quickly replaces the cash with a green chip. The table's totally jammed up with players betting way more than my $25 and yelling encouragement to the very hot shooter (who is beside me).
Shooter comes out. I hold my breath. He rolls a ten. Yes! Hard ten bets are thrown in from every direction!
Now I have a 2-1 advantage on his sevening out and a 2-1 payout if he does. If all gambling odds were like that, I'd play more. This is turbo +EV!
Point is ten. First roll: 6-1, seven out. Boy, do I know craps!
I wait patiently for the dealer to clean up the losers. Then he plunks down my $50 winnings. I pick it up and head for the Cage. The players glare at me.
So I take my newly-won $50 and enter the Stations Contest. It is destiny. From a dumpter-dived matchplay coupon to houses, cars and wealth, the story is ever evolving.
But that's the lure of Las Vegas and the atraction of gambling.
DISCLAIMER: If I had lost, you wouldn't have heard from me. That's also an aspect of gambling.
