I had just completed my third PL-Point in what was looking like a pretty decent hand. The Pit Manager was looking to make room at our already crowded table for a woman who held three black $100 chips in her hand. Apparently some high-rolling ploppy had paid her to leave his blackjack table because the ‘bad’ decisions she was making had been jinxing the flow of his cards. Though she looked unsure of herself, she seemed determined to wager her newfound loot on an untried game.
As soon as he got her a place at the rail, she asked the Pit-Honcho where to bet. He looked at me as I set my fourth PL-Point…then looked at my bets, paying quick but special attention to the Place-bets where I had the most betting-weight, and without hesitation he said, “Put a hundred each on the 5 and 9, and fifty each on the 4 and 10.”
Before she had even completed asking, “Are you sure”; he wryly smiled and said, “Don’t worry ma’am, he’s a professional”...he then returned his gaze towards me for long enough to send an unworded message.
For a nanosecond, I considered saying something…anything…to refute his "He’s a professional" comment; but I didn’t. Instead, I just offered up what I hoped would be regarded as a disarming, “You've GOT to be kidding” chuckle.
With the dice now back in front of me, I settled back into shooting again. I proceeded to hit the 5 and 9 a total of eight more times, and although I hit the 10 three more times; her fifty bucks on the 4 just sat there collecting green felt dust until my hand ended without repeating my fourth PL-Point.
When I looked around while all the bets on the table were being cleared, the Pit Boss made sure that he made eye-contact with me again accompanied this time with a slight nod of the head before turning and moving away from the craps pit. I wasn’t sure whether that was acknowledgement for a job well done or confirmation that I was indeed someone that he now knew for sure who needed to have a closer eye kept upon.
In either case, it indicated that I had reached what I would call the "known winner" face-time saturation point.
You know how when you see someone like Paris Hilton on every infotainment show, and every trade rag cover, and in every gossip paper; you know that the over-exposure eventually isn’t going to be good for her reputation? Well for an advantage-play dice-influencer like me who intends to continue doing this thing for as long as possible; the kind of recognition that I got from that pit-guy was a clear indicator that my profit-taking face-time in that particular casino had gone beyond the saturation point. I also knew it was now time to take a serious-length sabbatical from that particular store.
Oh, the lady who started with the three $100 “Leave my BJ table NOW!” chips…she walked away with a $1400 windfall.
Good Luck and Good Skill at the Tables…and in Life.
The Mad Professor
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