This past weekend in AC, I was fortunate to witness Jumbotron hit a 6 number fire bet.

He started the roll with the 3V, 3s on top. The first and second points were converted rather fast, and they were inside numbers. By the third point, two new people had joined the table on my side, and the players on Jumbotron’s side of the table had gone from applauding and hooting when numbers were thrown to high-fiving Jumbotron. That didn’t disturb him.

The 3rd point to be established was the 4, I believe. The two new people on my side of the table were acting like they were about to unleash some stupidity, if you know what I mean. I said, “Dice are out, HANDS UP!” a few times, barely managing to sound friendly. They each had a handful of red chips that they seemed unsure what to do with while they complained of their earlier losses at another table. A 6 is rolled, then an 8, then another 6. Jumbotron’s side of the table is happy, pressing their bets, and interacting with him even while he set the dice for the next toss. It unnerved me, but did nothing to disrupt his focus. A few more 6s and 8s followed, then a soft 4—the third point is made.

By that time, I joined in on the fun and started fist-pumping Jumbotron after each point, leaving him at peace to shoot in between points. The other players on his side, however, just can’t calm down and I am astounded at Jumbotron’s focus. I notice he is doing nothing crazy with his bets; doesn’t even have hardway bets even though he had tossed a few already and the players on his side were piling up on them. The 4th point established was a 9, I believe, and Jumbotron is calmly saying to himself, “Right back with that 9.” Next toss? Nine.

A 5th point is established and the dice go out just as someone, not me this time, sternly warns those two new players on my side to not disrupt the flow of the game. That seems to do the trick and they stopped leaving their hands hanging down the rails, waving late bets at the dealer or even screaming out numbers at Jumbotron.

That fifth point took at least 8 tosses to convert, and in those 8 tosses I used my winnings to max my odds and take my 6&8 to the point where they were both paying green chips. Jumbotron had also been conservative and only pressed his passline to $15 after the 3rd point, with $75 in odds—a press move he’s discussed many times on this forum. When that 5th point was converted, Jumbotron’s side of the table went ballistic. I fist pumped him. People literally smelled fire and started to talk about the payouts. That made my heart skip a few bits. And Jumbo? Still calm as a yogi. Set, grip, toss, collect.

A 6th point is established, BUT it was a repetition of the 10 and wouldn’t count towards the fire bet if converted. Other points had been established several times, like the 6, 8, and 5, I believe. My side of the table has place bets on all the inside numbers. Jumbo’s side has pressed bets across and is still partying after every toss. The 10 is converted, both Jumbo and I have max odds. Collect, fist-pump, refocus.

Finally a 6th point-to-the-fire is established and the celebration assumes a whole new level. Jumbo, unaffected, converts it in about 3 tosses. BOOM. Done. I swear, the table wanted to lift him up in the air, but the hand wasn’t over yet. When it calmed down, I fist-pumped him and he resumed his routine. However, adrenaline was everywhere and it finally got to Jumbotron. He 7ed-out after a few (paying) tosses.

Thanks, Jumbotron, for the nice payday 🙂

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