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This is another story straight from one of my old threads. I had started a thread but right after that, I was diagnosed with low-grade bladder cancer in 2017. I was able to beat it pretty easily and it never really felt like I was sick. During that time though I had to quit smoking pot and stop drinking. I haven't stopped either of those since I was 15, I got lucky and the company I own was appealing to some New York finance company and I sold it to them and retired at 40, my drinking became worse. I drink way more than I should but for a few months, I quit and was that a loving eye-opener to how I have dealt with life. I sort of slowed down on shooting pool because it just was boring to me. My Uncle came to stay with me during this period and I started to find my love for shooting pool again due to him wanting to drink and since I couldn't I would just shoot pool all night to keep my mind off drinking. I started shooting pool a lot and I have gotten over my period of being bored with it especially with my uncle giving me tips and pointers. I haven't done any sportsbooking or poker playing except one bet on MMA since I took a gambling break when I took a huge hit to my bankroll and got put on lockdown until I pad the bankroll again. My roll is usually right around 200k but after having a few terrible months and chasing it got down to 115k. So now the real grind begins I could always go anywhere in the Cleveland area and get a game at any stakes with a lot of players because of my rep. Dorsey was a guy who I could shoot all night for a couple grand a set and win 20 or 30 grand in a weekend but now that I live in a different state I have to find the money players here. I have been shooting at this local bar here that has free tables as long as you buy drinks or food and it's were all the APA players hang out. I knew I could hustle a few of them for some low stakes games and my name would be spread around the circles until the real money players came out of their shitholes to challenge me. My uncle is serving as my my coach and money man through all this. I learned everything from him and while he has always been better than me he has arthritis really bad in his shoulders and he is unable to shoot for long periods of time without being in tremendous pain so he has giving up pool for the most part. We will still shoot a few games at my house before we head out for the night and while he still sees all the angles he just can't shoot like he used to but if I need any advice or am in a tough spot he always has a brilliant safe or an out for me and I really trust his judgment. Joe is the owner of this place and have chatted him up on several occasions and I have earned his trust and respect. We have shot pool multiple times and he always told me he would find me games if I ever wanted them when I first moved here. I really just enjoyed his company swapping stories of my gambling adventures and his adventures of owning this place for the last 30 years. Recently I told him I was back in the hustling business and to spread the word that a new guy in town was looking to gamble. His eyes light up and I could tell he was excited at the first opportunity to see if I was the real deal or if all my stories were just made up. I have seen countless guys talk poo poo about their game until the money goes up on that light and they poo poo the bed and lose all their bankroll in one night trying to prove themselves. I'm sure this gonna come off as bragging but really I don't need to prove how good I am, I know that I can walk into 99 out of 100 bars and beat every guy in there on my worst day. I can spot a hustler a mile away and if I am in trouble I won't go on tilt I will lose my set and walk away. Losing has never bothered me much and to be a good gambler you have to learn how to deal with losing money or you will make bad decisions but every once in a while I chase and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. Joe texts me and says he put a couple of feelers out there that I was looking for a game and I have been bragging at the bar that I'm a really good shot. The very next day Joe texts me again and says he found a guy who wants to shoot me for 1k in a race to 7. I tell him to set it up and I will be there. I thought I would get excited but I didn't really care to be honest the blood wasn't pumping like it used to. My uncle on the other hand was pumped and gleaming with excitement. I asked him why he was so excited he said for one I haven't seen you shoot for money in a really long time and two I am gonna enjoy watching you lose, I stop him dead in his tracks and say what do you mean lose he looks me dead in the eye and says relax I am just loving with you. I am a healthy eater I have always been and it's really weird too. I had no problem smoking cigarettes for a quarter of my life and drowning myself in liquor but I have always maintained a healthy diet. My wife and I run every other morning and I hit the gym twice a week as well either lifting or doing some form of exercises like basketball or swimming laps. We go to dinner and I get my usual chicken dish at my favorite spot and I drink water with my meal which still feels weird considering the wife and I would usually crush a bottle of wine before the waiter usually has a chance to take our order. I am currently on a strict no alcohol and no pot order from my doctor. He asked me to give it one year then maybe he will let me drink a little bit. Considering I was probably a borderline alcoholic or maybe I am a functioning one thats a whole other thread I haven't had a drink or smoked any weed since Nov. 17th. The longest I have ever gone without either since I can remember. We get home from dinner I grab my pool case and a couple of stacks of high society. A stupid rounders reference but it fits the bill because I really did grab 30k. My uncle grabs one of my bottles of scotch ask for permission and proceeds to take a few swigs from the bottle. He has really enjoyed raiding my liquor cabinet since he got here because he knows I have to get rid of all it and he is trying his hardest to drink it all as quick as possible. I kiss the wife goodnight she whispers in my ear to make sure I don't drink and says who cares if you win or lose but if you win make sure to wake me up and gently caress my brains out. Thats a good motivator for sure and I like her thinking. We hop in the A7 to head over to the bar and it's hilarious watching my uncle try to figure out the controls for the radio. I ask what does he want to do and he wants to play a song for me I tell him I control the music from my phone and what does he want to hear. He says The Baron by Johnny Cash and I pull it up on spotify and we jam to it the whole way there. It's such a loving corny song but when an old man drunk on scotch is singing it at the top of his lungs it makes it worth it. We get to the bar and I park and just sit there for a few minutes taking in the atmosphere. It's been awhile and it feels good but it feels different. Usually by this time I am buzzed pretty good and I smoking a joint in the parking lot to keep things going until I get in there and no matter where I was I always walked in like I owned the place but not this time. I am stone-cold sober and I can actually hear myself breathing a little harder. What the gently caress is wrong with me I think to myself and I notice my hands are feeling tingly and my I grab the back of my neck and it's a little damp. My uncle looks at me laughs and says are you nervous? I tell him I think I might have a panic attack and he starts howling with laughter at me. I have never realized how much alcohol and pot really masks my feelings and really made me feel invincible. After a few minutes of ball busting my uncle gives me exactly what I need to calm the gently caress down. A stern lecture on how none of this matters and I ask him what he means. He says in only the way he can look dude you got a loving house with a pool, a smoking hot broad for a wife that truly loves you and lets you do whatever you want, a loving boat that you have no business being on because you suck at driving it and you are retired at 40 years old. This means nothing in the scope of life go in there and show that whole loving bar that you are the man, the guy who had no problem walking into the some of the worst places with 20 grand in his pocket and challenging anyone no matter what the risk, the guy who literally won a date with his future wife because he hustled some idiot at the pool table, the guy who did it the way he wanted too and didn't care what anyone thought. It calmed me down and I grabbed my case and walked into a bar like it was mine. As soon as I walked my nervousness went away white stripes was on the jukebox and the bass was beating in my stomach it was so loud and that just made feel even better. I scanned the whole bar and found Joe sitting at the very end by the waitress station chatting up a few locals I had seen in there before. He caught my eye and put up 7 fingers meaning table 7 was mine for the night. It's the table we always shot at and he had a reserve sign on it with the balls already racked and ready to go. My uncle disappeared and I assumed he was going to the bar to get a drink. I put my case on the table opened it and there was a couple of energy bars with a note from the wife that said good luck on it.I texted her thanks put the phone silent and slid it in the case because I knew I wasn't going to check it for the next couple of hours and she did too. Waitress walked over asked if I wanted anything and I ordered a coffee. My uncle came back double fisting some local beers and was already through half of one and couldn't be happier. I put the stick together racked the balls and shot a few to get the feel of my stroke. Joe came over and asked if I was ready and said I was. He yelled at a guy name Brian who walked over and looked to be about 19 or 20. He shook my hand and we exchanged pleasantries before getting down to business. Frank, my uncle already had most of my bankroll in his pockets I had a couple of grand on me and counted out 1k and put it on the light. Brian pulled out 1k and sat it next to mine. We flipped and he won the break I racked them up and he broke and run on me and I was down 0-1 within 20 minutes of being there. Didn't really bother me he still had to win 6 more. He broke again and this time didn't make anything on the break. I grabbed my stick chalked it up and everything went kind of silent. I looked at the table zoned in on what I was gonna do and one of the things that stands out most to me at this moment was I could smell the chalk on my stick and it just put me at ease. I ran the table and left myself a bank shot on the 8 and I rattled it in. I looked up to find my uncle was at the jukebox ramming dollars into it and missed the whole thing. I didn't care and I know he didn't care either he knew I was back and I could feel it. I broke and ran the next rack to put me up 2-1. The kid racked them up again and I was gonna try to hit the 8 on the break. I set up the shot and sure as poo poo the 8 went in but so did the cue and it was tied up 2-2. I racked for the kid and he got a real nice break and got all the way down to the 8 and left himself a tough shot so he played great safe on me and left me stuck on the rail in a tough situation. The only shot I had was to block the pocket where the 8 was with one of my balls but it required a finesse shot with a lot of green and I hit it perfectly. I left my 10 ball blocking the 8 in such a way that I could still get my ball in but he had no shot on the 8. He tried to play another safe and hit a tad bit too hard and left me an open table and I ran out. 3-2 and it was a great game I was enjoying shooting this kid because he knew his way around the table. The next game it all began to unravel for him. He racked them up walked back to his chair picked up his drink and it slipped from his hands and spilled all over his shorts. He literally looked like he pissed himself and was not happy about it. He ran to the bathroom and tried to clean himself up but when he came back you could tell he was not having any luck. He asked if I would wait for him to run home and change and I apologized and told him not during a race we have to finish this race first. He was not pleased and I could tell it really bothered him that I said no. Either you forfeit and leave or finish those were his only 2 options. He mumbles something under his breath and I broke and ran out on him to put me up 4-2. He let out a huge sigh and racked them again when his buddy walked over and asked what happened I heard him tell him that I wouldn't let him leave to go change and his buddy agreed with me that not until the race is up. I could see the defeat in his face he knew he was going to lose tonight and it dawned on me that he is new to this. He racked them up again and I went for the 8 and almost made it but I also made 3 solids which cleared the table for me and ran them again. I heard him say to his buddy who the gently caress is this guy and now I am up 5-2. He racks I go for the 8 it creeps towards the side pocket and the 2 ball just nudges it past it and I don't make anything else. He steps up to the table looking relived that he finally has another shot but his stroke is completely gone. He's turned into a banger now and I can see he is upset and he hits a few shots in but then he makes the fatal mistake of putting the wrong english on a shot and the cue ball slams into the 8 and it goes into the side pocket. He lets out an audible Jesus and now it's 6-2. I'm let out a chuckle and tell him it's just not your night kid I will put you out of your misery by making the 8 on the break here. He racks and before I shoot my uncle says I got 100 says you don't make the 8 on the break. I tell him he is on and line up my shot right as I am getting ready to shoot I look my uncle dead in the eye and completely gently caress up the shot I hit the third ball in the rack and the table is a mess. I didn't make anything and grab a 100 out of my pocket and give it to my uncle. You would figure this would make the kid happy that he is still in it after I poo poo talked him but his anger has taken over. He says great now I have to deal with this lovely table. He makes a couple of balls but just can't figure the table out. I step up clear my balls and hit the 8 to take my first grand (well really 900) on my road back to 200k. The kid doesn't even wait to see the 8 drop he knows he is beat and I grab the money off the light. His buddy is chatting me up asking me if I wanna shoot on his league team and I tell him no but I do want him to spread the word I am looking for action. Tell everyone you can I want a serious challenge and I'll shoot any stakes. I give the kid my number he says okay we talk a little more about my stick and the tables I shoot on at home and he heads over to a couple of other tables and I can see him gesturing towards me. Joe walks up ask how things went I tell him the story of what happened to the kid and he says good first night back huh. Franks settles the tab with my hundred that stupid fucker and we go to leave. As we are driving home frank falls asleep and I start to blast Marvin Gaye's lets get it on. Frank is grumpy and I tell him good thing he is in the mini suite on the other side of the house because the real action begins when I get home. He says gross and falls right back asleep.
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Everyone has a vice, and in high school my circle of smart, somewhat nerdy friends gambled with each other every weekend instead of drinking in a field like most of our peers. For the most part, that just entailed passing the same $20 back and forth depending on who was hot at poker or in between on a given night. We graduated together in June 2004, had our graduation parties and prepared to go our separate college ways. My friend Joe was always the numbers guy in our group. He wasn’t particularly great at English or random life sciences, but he’d always finish with the highest grade as we moved our way through algebra, trig, and calc together. Joe was planning to major in actuarial science and was the one friend with a major proclivity for gambling. He was just biding his time until age 21 when he could actually participate in higher stakes casino games or sports betting. Online betting was fairly accessible for an underage person with the right fortitude, so to scratch his gambling itch Joe had setup accounts at several online sportsbooks/casinos making small bets to stretch his $100 bankrolls as far as he could. We all loved and followed baseball and at the end of the season Joe announced that he found a fool proof bet, and that he’d help us all put as much money on it as we wanted. Around early September, one of his books had Johan Santana at 3-1 odds to win the AL Cy Young award. Curt Schilling and Mariano Rivera were the only candles to the wind of a season Santana was putting up so it seemed like a foregone conclusion he’d win, but betting all your graduation money on a subjective award as you were starting your independent, adult live seemed like a great way to end up dropped out and living with your parents. The fool proof part came when Joe found another book with odds on the field at 2-3. Doing the math, he could hedge a $50 bet on Santana with $75 on the field, and if Santana won he’d still end up 20% ahead. In total, 3-4 brave guys in our friend group ended up wagering close to $10k, and Santana won the award so they all ended up 20% together. It seems like such a small amount now, but at the time, being 18 and mostly broke, it was huge and really opened Joe up to the wonderful world of gambling.
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Dec 17, 2019 16:25
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Did anybody else see that ridiculous parlay from a couple months ago where somebody bet on every NFL game that week and was correct on all with only the Monday night game to go? Online sports books are shady but the person stood to win a TON on like a $2 bet, I don’t remember exactly how much but pretty sure it was 6 figures. If it were a real casino that guaranteed a payout I would have hedged that bet like crazy and put everything I could on the opposite team of the original bet. The person wound up losing on the MNF game lol.
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Dec 17, 2019 16:33
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That reminds me, years ago for the first game of the next NFL season my old book had the craziest promotion ever. Bet up to $1000 on the Steelers to cover the spread and if they lose, your bet is refunded. The Steelers of course did and I was thrilled with a free grand, and they apparently still made money in the long run due to so many new users.
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Dec 17, 2019 16:34
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here's a pretty crazy story from Week 1: https://www.cardplayer.com/poker-news/24277-new-jersey-gambler-won-600-000-with-30-000-sports-bet-thanks-to-ravens-week-1-rout-of-dolphins quote:In traditional sports betting, the man would double his bet and earn a payout of $60,000. However, PointsBet, an Australian sportsbook that launched in New Jersey at the start of the year offers “PointsBetting.” This twist to traditional betting allowed the gambler to risk even more based on how much the final score deviated from the spread. never knew this type of bet existed, that's pretty insane
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Dec 17, 2019 16:41
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JAMOOOL posted:here's a pretty crazy story from Week 1: HOLY gently caress!
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JAMOOOL posted:here's a pretty crazy story from Week 1: lmao holy poo poo
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Dec 17, 2019 17:03
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My goodness that’s ripe for degenerates
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Dec 17, 2019 17:06
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All prop and spread based betting is, gentlemen play underdog moneylines.
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Dec 17, 2019 17:11
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Jase, have you ever considered trying to get your stories published somewhere? If you worked with a co-author to polish up your posts a bit for readability, I think you'd have something a lot of people would want to read.
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dew worm posted:I see people stare at the dice and rearrange them before picking them up, I assumed it was because they don’t want to touch a 7. The stickman knows not to send you the dice with a 7 showing, so in most cases I think its people setting the dice either to try dice control or superstition. Hey, free pizza is free pizza. Great stories Jase, I agree would make for a hell of a book.
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Dec 17, 2019 19:34
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TurboFlamingChicken posted:Hey, free pizza is free pizza. I was calling out your spelling you doorknob, you dingaling! I'm sorry, that was too far.
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Dec 17, 2019 20:00
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We go out to Biloxi every few months for a Sunday night into Monday morning stay at one of the newer casinos there. Since it's new and not gone to poo poo yet it's not entirely depressing. I come in with $40 and know I'm going to lose it all betting on sports, usually only lose half of it. It's basically an excuse to drink (surprisingly reasonably priced beer) all day, watch football, smoke too much, and eat at the super good Vietnamese place just off the floor. Every other casino I've ever been to (all in Louisiana where I live and Mississippi) have been kind of gross and sad.
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Dec 17, 2019 20:04
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I have been approached by several people about publishing a book, doing a story telling podcast and even making a screenplay. It’s just not in me to do that kind of stuff so I usually blow it off. It seems like a ton of work and poo poo to worry about and I’d rather drink, gamble and play call of duty during my free time. I would really like to make a documentary on the amateur pool playing scene and the hustling that goes on around it I think that would be entertaining. Especially the Ohio and states around areas.
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Dec 17, 2019 20:21
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Tetramin posted:drat sitting at 2/5 with only $200 is a risky fuckin move lol, glad it worked out for you in such a funny way tho. I regulate my gambling addiction by only coming in with 40/50 blinds. Last time I was in a brick and mortar was Harrahs in New Orleans at 4 am. Brought 100 bucks to a 1/2 NL table full of sharks, lost it all in ten minutes, then left before wasting more cash. Had I sat down with 200/300 I woulda lost it all so I counted that as coming out ahead.
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Dec 17, 2019 20:33
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The last time I was at the Wynn, I literally lost my whole stack before it even got to the table. I was playing 2/5 NL and bought in for $500. My first hand was like, 55 or something, so I came in cheap and hit a 5 on the flop. I wound up all in against a straight. When the chip runner showed up with all my money, I had to tell him "no, give it to that guy".
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Dec 17, 2019 20:35
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Doltos posted:I regulate my gambling addiction by only coming in with 40/50 blinds. Last time I was in a brick and mortar was Harrahs in New Orleans at 4 am. Brought 100 bucks to a 1/2 NL table full of sharks, lost it all in ten minutes, then left before wasting more cash. Had I sat down with 200/300 I woulda lost it all so I counted that as coming out ahead. Short stack buy-ins usually aren't a good idea especially if someone has a big stack at the table. They are going to put you to the test with weaker hands and stack you. I play with a few guys who loved to short buy-in and I am constantly pushing all-in bets to make them uncomfortable and make bad decisions. They never last at the table because they are going all-in every few hands.
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Dec 17, 2019 20:53
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jase1 posted:Short stack buy-ins usually aren't a good idea especially if someone has a big stack at the table. They are going to put you to the test with weaker hands and stack you. I play with a few guys who loved to short buy-in and I am constantly pushing all-in bets to make them uncomfortable and make bad decisions. They never last at the table because they are going all-in every few hands. Oh I know and you're right which is why I all-inned with 9/7 on an open ended straight flush draw in my first story. I don't gamble much anymore because I can't properly bankroll my buy ins so any time I do gamble it's in small home games where everyones short stacked.
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Dec 17, 2019 21:01
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That's a common misconception, it's actually fine to buy in short stacked. Obviously you're more likely to go broke but whatever, it's not like 200 dollars off a 200 dollar stack is worth any more than 200 dollars off a 500 dollar stack. Problem is short stack poker is boring.
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Dec 17, 2019 21:40
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nrook posted:That's a common misconception, it's actually fine to buy in short stacked. Obviously you're more likely to go broke but whatever, it's not like 200 dollars off a 200 dollar stack is worth any more than 200 dollars off a 500 dollar stack. Yeah, dollar amount it's the same but you still have 300 dollars to continue playing and win back the 200 you lost, variance is a bitch. If you buy in short and leave you will always be a losing player. At least in my opinion. I would love to be proven wrong though and see a viable strategy for short stack poker in a cash game. I don't consider myself to be a great poker player so I could be completely full of poo poo. Just giving my opinion.
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Dec 17, 2019 22:00
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I think there is a decent argument for short stacking in certain kinds of games, particularly those filled with the sorts of players you mentioned. If someone's trying to push you around a bunch PF you can just get it in with say 99+/AJ+ which is likely ahead of their range. Also the less you have the more difficult it'll be for people to run a big bluff on you. It also means you generally don't have to make complex decisions which might be a good thing if you feel out of your element. For example in tournaments when the blinds get high you can reduce your entire game to a push-or-fold strategy which is very math heavy but some people are really good at it. That said if you're one of the better players in the game you should never be shortstacking from a pure EV perspective but I can see why someone would opt for two half buy-ins rather than one full one, it's not gonna cut into your winrate that much.
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I was at the Crown Casino in Melbourne smoking in the bar area and some indian guy comes up to me looking weird and says "i lost 10,000 dollars" and I'm like OK and he says "now i have to kill myself" and does a throat slit gesture and walks off. Well that's my casino story.
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Maya Fey posted:I was at the Crown Casino in Melbourne smoking in the bar area and some indian guy comes up to me looking weird and says "i lost 10,000 dollars" and I'm like OK and he says "now i have to kill myself" and does a throat slit gesture and walks off. Well that's my casino story. I quite enjoy gambling but have always been really good at "I'm betting [x amount] and if I lose that I'm done with it and if I win I'm taking my money." I'm really glad that even though I'm addicted to plenty of other poo poo, gambling's never been one of them. Last time we were in Biloxi we were at the bar next to a guy playing video poker who won something like $1,600 on a hand. We noticed that he didn't react even in the slightest, but as he tipped the bartender he muttered "now I'm even for the day" and it's like man, I just can't imagine that kind of lifestyle. I'm fuckin boring.
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Dec 17, 2019 23:00
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i have a great gambling plan - every time i lose a bet, i just bet twice as much the next time. i'll only stop once i've made a profit.
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Dec 17, 2019 23:06
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mactheknife posted:I quite enjoy gambling but have always been really good at "I'm betting [x amount] and if I lose that I'm done with it and if I win I'm taking my money." I'm really glad that even though I'm addicted to plenty of other poo poo, gambling's never been one of them. my friend worked at Crown so I'd meet him there after work and one of the guys hanging out with us would routinely lose 1,000-2,000 in the 20minutes it took to get to the exit
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yea there is something nefarious about the way gambling effects you, you tell yourself "100 and that's it" and absolutely plan to stick to that but there's such a strong impulse to smack another 100 on the table once you hit a bad run. maybe some people don't get it but I think most people do. have seen the "now I'm even for the day" thing after a big win several times, though sometimes you don't know if they're just joking around. last time it was quads in ultimate Hold em for like a grand right as I was sitting down, which sucked because if I had come in one hand earlier I would've gotten it
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Dec 17, 2019 23:11
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Mozi posted:i have a great gambling plan - every time i lose a bet, i just bet twice as much the next time. i'll only stop once i've made a profit. what if you run out of money before you win?
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Dec 17, 2019 23:20
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Rutibex posted:what if you run out of money before you win? That or hit the max bet, which can happen pretty quickly when you’re playing with exponential raises. 
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Dec 17, 2019 23:28
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Rutibex posted:what if you run out of money before you win? think - what are the odds of that? clearly this is the way to go.
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Dec 17, 2019 23:33
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Mozi posted:i have a great gambling plan - every time i lose a bet, i just bet twice as much the next time. i'll only stop once i've made a profit. there's actually a name for this, it's called the Martingale strategy and I've only heard it invoked in tales of absolute degeneracy
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Dec 17, 2019 23:37
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I have used the martingale strategy to great success in a dos poker game from 1992.
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Gridlocked posted:Hi I can answer this: Depends on the state and the casino. MOST should have a DOSA (designated outdoor smoking area) and I do know a few used to have smoking rooms for pokies but not any tables or bars maned by staff (Work place health and safety started taking a very dim view of putting staff in places that give them cancer, also so did the staff and the companies when they started getting sued for letting their staff get cancer) Smoking is allowed in the VIP gaming room here in Western Australia. I’ve worked in this smoke filled environment for 6 years and I have to take an annual forced expiratory volume lung test to continue working in the room. Boydi! fucked around with this message at 12:07 on Dec 18, 2019 |
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Does anyone know of any decent poker strategy podcasts to listen to? I know how to play the game but completely inept tactically, so would be good to learn a thing or two about position, betting etc.
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Maya Fey posted:I was at the Crown Casino in Melbourne smoking in the bar area and some indian guy comes up to me looking weird and says "i lost 10,000 dollars" and I'm like OK and he says "now i have to kill myself" and does a throat slit gesture and walks off. Well that's my casino story. I have only been to Star in Sydney once, when I was there for my friends wedding and a bunch of us get mega ultra drunk the night before. We ended up drunkenly wandering around the casino watching the games till about 3am when we realised we better get back to our hotels cause we had to be dressed and all proper to leave for the wedding at 10. I had got a great deal and unlike my friends who had hotels further out I was at the Sheraton opposite Hyde Park. So I just went back to my hotel and had another few drinks on my own and drunk-texting another friend till 4. Somehow against all odds I woke up on time, dodged the worst of the hang over thanks to some Berocca and made it to my mates hotel just after 10 so we could go to the wedding. Ended up waiting an extra half hour cause my mate was still throwing up from the night before. He brought a Salami Stick from the 7/11 on the walk back to the hotels and it gave him food poisoning. I didn't get to go to Crown at all because the one time I near by it was with my ex and a bunch of her friends I'd just met. Someone asked what we should do after lunch and everyone went "WE SHOULD ASK GRID ITS HIS FIRST TRIP TO MELBOURNE" and I suggested checking out Crown. This was met by hostility from everyone and the group split in half with a few brusque comments at each other. Turns out one of her friends dad was a massive gambling addict who'd lost a big shitload of dosh recently at the casino.
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Edit: This is a lovely story compared to anything else. Was young and naive, but I also think gamblers lose sight of how depressing these places are. I was driving out to California through Nevada and stopped in some lovely casino in the mountains/on the border for something to eat. Went in, walked through the main floor and it was like some dystopian horror movie. Everyone had this glazed over look, like they were attached to these machines obviously designed to trigger dopamine. Grabbed a buzzer for a table, did some people watching, and became immediately depressed. Here we are outside a national park. The effort required to see something awe-inspiring is near-zero b/c it has good access. And there's people here blowing cash on blinky lights, at rigged odds. Feels really bad, man. Left the casino, ate somewhere else. ThePopeOfFun fucked around with this message at 23:57 on Dec 18, 2019 |
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Dec 18, 2019 23:37
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ThePopeOfFun posted:Edit: This is a lovely story compared to anything else. Was young and naive, but I also think gamblers lose sight of how depressing these places are. Yeah, the end of the Larkin poem Money always reminds me of casinos, like that sound of a casino is money singing: I listen to money singing. It’s like looking down from long french windows at a provincial town, the slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad in the evening sun. It is intensely sad.
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Dec 19, 2019 01:07
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Earth Table posted:I'd also like to talk about slot theming. Fun fact: The reason these slots are so elaborately themed has a lot to do with the history of one of the major companies that produces them, WMS Industries/Scientific Games. WMS is not an acronym; it's actually short for Williams, which is actually short for Williams Electronics. If you played pinball in any arcade growing up, you might recognize that name. Williams, along with their competitor Bally, were originally coin-op amusement companies primarily producing pinball machines for market. In the late 90s, arcades took a huge nosedive in profitability, and so these companies shuttered their consumer coin-op divisions and instead entered the slot machine business. A lot of early-to-mid 2000s slot machine themes and their assets come almost directly from earlier pinball machines, and if you sit in a casino or arcade long enough, you'll start to hear some of the same sound effects. Turns out the people who made a career out of making arcade games and pinball machines eye-catching and attractive are also really good at drawing people into putting some money into a slot machine. Crazy world!
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Dec 19, 2019 01:14
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That's pretty cool for those pinball companies. It seems kind of rare to sense when your market is truly crumbling and make the right decision to pivot to an adjacent market and achieve success. Has anyone posted stories of people that claim they "always win" at the casino? I've met people who say things like, "I'm really lucky, I always win at Indian Casino slots!" And I'm just saying to myself, "no, motherfucker, you aren't beating the house on penny slots for years in a row. You're just conveniently ignoring the 6 nights you lose in favor of the 1 night you make a few bucks." It's pretty common human behavior to ignore the bad and only remember the good, but ugh it's worse than those "bad beat" stories for me. A close second is the people that wholeheartedly believe in the gambler's fallacy. If the roulette wheel has gone black 5 times in a row, it MUST be due for a red!  e: I've worked with supposed professionals who should understand statistics and risk, and they dream of going to Vegas and roving from place to place, looking for tables that haven't hit Red for a few spins. Gotta bet more on those ones! Asimov fucked around with this message at 11:28 on Dec 21, 2019 |
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Dec 21, 2019 11:04
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Unless it's craps, then the table with more wins gets "hot" and it's due for more wins. An experienced gambler posted that here in this thread. I don't know where the different attitudes come from.
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Dec 21, 2019 16:52
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Update since I mentioned it before: I played a few hands of 1/2 holdem. Played really conservatively as the dude next to me was a total shark. Had two dealers who were both sweethearts and made my first time relatively embarrassment free. Lost about ten bucks plus whatever I tipped both dealers. One guy had roughly 1k in chips which strikes me as excessive for a low stakes table but at the same time he got to bully the poo poo out of me and the other nanostackers. I did not realize NY had legal sports betting and I am currently enjoying some cheap/free beers at the Catskills sports book bar while I watch the Eagles game They have comfy chairs here and TVs with every sporting event that is even semi-relevant. I put the princely sum of $10 on Philly winning and another 10 on the Chiefs Casinos are lots of fun if you don’t piss away tons of money on Buffalo Gold slots all evening
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