Play like a pirate… "Take what you can. Give Nothing back"
Stay true to the code! 😉

IMO, it’s about location, location, location… most of us have that special place to play where they may give you that extra area, but in general, I like the "take an inch" philosophy, once you get warned that you have entered the "no fly zone" then inch back… hopefully with more $ in your rack! 😎

Also, never thought I’d be reading Tennyson on a Craps Message Board! Isn’t GTC great?!
Thanks for the enlightening discussion this morning!

Tennyson ! Amazing. Great read.
Now that we are quoting poetry, I have one poem that I think tells the story of GTC and advantage play: It is:

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost

We as GTC’ers definitely take the road not taken. And for us it has made "all the difference".

If someone says no so what you already are at that point but when they say yes you get miles ahead.

If we did not melt down dinosaurs we would all be stuck on the side of the road pushing a volt.

I know places where they tell some they can and some they can’t

Brothelman brings up good points. We are advantage players. We seek advantage. One of the things that means is that we seek the most advantageous positions to play at. So seek the best position. If you get heat, move back. If not, as bro said "you are miles ahead".

The other point I think bro is making is that some players will get heat and some players will not, even though they are playing at the same table. I have seen this happen. This is where knowledge of GTC methods can help. If you are known as a good tipper, you will get away with some things that others will not. That is just the way it is.

Gameday you peaked my interest. I thought of the following to describe the journey to advantage play. I realize the poem has much deeper meaning than that. Some have equated it to life, death and other more significant symbolisms. But this came to my mind when you brought up comparing poems to the story of GTC.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

Are the woods the casinos? Is the snow money that fills up the casinos? Is the horse representative of Dom and all the instructors wondering why I am hesitating, not practicing and working at the task?

He will not see me stopping here (I will stay under the radar and avoid being hassled by the pit personnel)
To watch his woods fill up with snow (I will let the gamblers fill up the woods with snow – I will not do so).

Yes, the woods (casinos) are lovely, dark (danger can lurk there), and deep (deep pockets with bundles of cash),

But I have promises to keep (promises to myself to practice what I have been taught, follow the GTC commandments and stay disciplined)

And miles to go before I sleep (lots of casinos to visit, lots of play before I stop playing craps)

And miles to go before I sleep (practice, practice and more practice – diligence to the teachings of GTC – miles and miles of them)

I find our Poet Laureate’s words can equally apply to the story of GTC and advantage play.

What say you ❓ ❓ ❓

Skinny,
Love the poem. One of my favorites. Relates well to the GTC method. Who would have thought we could apply a Frost poem to "this thing of ours"? I do feel that we at GTC have taken the road less traveled. The road that is paved with hard work and patient play.

All this poetry talk leads me to the ultimate Tennyson poem about random rollers. Alfred Lord Tennyson took up their sad plight in the following poem. Our job is too make sure we are not the ones who fail "to reason why", and we are not there to just "to do or die". Seems as if Tennyson understood the "math" of the game. !!!!

“The Charge of the Light Brigade”

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!’ he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’
Was there a man dismay’d?
Not tho’ the soldier knew
Someone had blunder’d:
Their’s not to make reply,
Their’s not to reason why,
Their’s but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d and thunder’d;

Storm’d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash’d all their sabres bare,
Flash’d as they turn’d in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder’d:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro’ the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel’d from the sabre-stroke
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade ?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder’d.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

Hats off to skinny and game day.