I arrived in AC Tuesday after 1 PM. My favorite casino had two very crowded tables and no openings. I went to one of two other casinos that were nearby. I was in the middle of a 29 roll when a guy comes up to the table and throws down a $100 bill. He yells, "give me a hard 8." The box says, "it’s a bet." My next roll is the hard 8. He collects his $900 and throws me a green chip. When I finished my 29, I hightail it out of there.

By this morning, I was down almost $900. My favorite casino has limited craps hours and only two tables max in play. When I got to the table it was not too crowded. But, my position at SR1 was taken up by a big tall guy who filled SR1 and SR2. I watched for about 25 minutes as he took one $100 kill after another out of his pocket. I finally bought in for a modest sum and shot a 10 roll from SR3 with minimum bets. The big guy got the dice and with numerous expletives, quickly sevened out. He then left the table. I scooted down to SR1 and threw a 12 roll. By the time the dice got back to me, he was back. I now proceeded to roll a 49. He was at SR2-3 happy as can be. When the dice got back to him the box warned him several times about hitting the back wall. When one die did not hit, the box passed the dice to me. The big guy says, " I don’t give a ___, the kid is hot." The box and crew tell him to watch his language and the other players are telling him to stop, because it could hurt my roll. I am in Billy’s Zen mode, even picturing Billy telling me to stay focused. I now roll 40. The big guy can’t contain himself and I say I just got lucky. One of the dealers now says, "Phil, it’s not luck. I see the way you throw. I want to go and gamble with you at another casino." So much for keeping a low profile. It was time for me to meet my wife and sister for breakfast. I went to the cashier. When I feel two big arms going around me and a voice saying, "Phil, I luv ya." It was the big guy. He recouped his losses and was up another $700. I really try to be unobtrusive, but it isn’t easy.

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