That is, if you actually are on this site. The reason I believe you are is that I saw you, wearing a black t-shirt, accompanied by a female wearing a bright orange shirt, using the signature set-grip-toss routine. You were shooting well, throwing some nice box numbers and covering them with come bets when the ugly mofo showed. You were quietly disappointed; I was the short individual who discreetly complimented you on the shooting. Your friend shot after you but did no better. It happens. More often than anyone would like it to. And it sucks.

Before that, I was at the table opposite yours, not doing well. I had arrived the day before and started the evening with a loss, caused both by my own shooting and by betting on RRs. Gave away a bit more than half of my buy-in and didn’t have much fun doing it either. There was a guy who got down to his last handful of green chips, decided to put them all on the field and was rewarded with a 12. He bet the field with all he had again and won. There was another who put $100 on the field and lost. He followed it with about 10 green chips, then an orange chip with a few black, green, red and white chips on top of it. Lost it all. He grabbed his remaining orange chips, which were still plenty, and left. Field numbers rolled aplenty after that.

The next day, on the evening I saw you, I was having short rolls, even-money rolls, point 7s, betting on RRs… you name it. After a break, I came back to the table and had trouble focusing. It didn’t help that the table was full (it was Easter weekend!! What was I thinking??!!). A regular at that casino got a marker and bet $200 passline with max odds. Lost almost everything, as nobody was shooting well, especially me 🙁

At some point, you came to my table and stood at SL1, just when the dice were coming to me. You see, right before that moment, I was shooting too. I drowned out the distractions, made a few points, pressed my bets up, but 7ed out before the homerun. It was a 6-1 and such an obvious off-axis toss made me mad. The dealer cleared my $42–6, $36–8, $5–9 with max odds and that sucked. The rest of the table passed the dice right back to me but I was so out of it and feeling the pressure that I grabbed the bones, started to swing towards the back wall, returned my arm to the starting position, then swung out again before releasing the dice. You didn’t stay long; must’ve thought, “Nothing to see here…”

I don’t actually know if you were watching but I was really embarrassed after you left the table. Surprisingly, things did pick up and I still ended up winning. I didn’t feel victorious; I felt extremely relieved. Left the table with a 10% profit and my tail between my legs. It was after I quit that I walked around and saw you and your friend. I didn’t want to ask for personal info like names, nicknames and the like, but I’m sure you’re on this site. So holla back if you are.

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