|It Was the Worst of Times, It Was the Best of Times
||[Dec. 14th, 2013|10:43 am]
As my friend Jack rightly observes, running into losses at a table is almost inevitable (I say "almost" because I've had a chance to leave ahead, even if only by ten bucks, at every table I've played this week), and you need to be willing sometimes to walk away with a small loss especially if it still leaves you ahead for your trip. But as is my wont, in Biloxi I developed a bad case of the stubborns, and kept chasing losses or, even worse, managed through patience and diligence to win back everything I'd lost for the day, and then keep playing until I ran into a losing streak again. Enough of this, I said the second night, and knuckled down to make quit hit-and-run's at each casino, walking away each time I had some of their money. Went a few hundred dollars deep at the blackjack table at the Hard Rock and came out $130 ahead; they have a ridiculous side wager that your first two cards and the dealer's upcard will make a three-card-poker hand, and even though most places have a $5 minimum it's absurdly popular, because if it hits it pays back 10-to-1 or more, so I wound up taking a flyer on it and actually made a big chunk of my profit on it. Moved on to the Beau Rivage, where the limits at the tables were so high I just tried a $10 craps table and thanks to my adeptness at predicting when horn numbers will hit (I know, I know, dice have no memory, go figure) left $30 ahead. Moved 'way on down the road to the Treasure Bay, the last casino on the way out of town, which turns out to be just a slot joint, but I made a quick $20 playing video poker and left.
I got a comped buffet at the Grand the afternoon before but ended up not leaving the table until after it had closed for dinner, so after eating my "free" lunch I stopped by the blackjack tables on my way out and picked up another $150. Then drove on to Gulfport and the Island View, where I picked up just under $45 on a free $20 in slot play, and another $105 at their blackjack tables. On my way across the street to my car, someone called out from his car, "You look like you've been working hard!"
"Yes sir!" I replied. "It's a living."
On to Bay St. Louis and the Silver Slipper, where I made another $100, and the Hollywood Casino, where I promptly lost the $100 I'd just won. Depressed, I asked for a comped buffet, which was superb (jumbo snow crab! grilled ribeye! something I'd swear was mashed sweet potatoes but was a carrot soufflé!), then, buoyed by my repast, took a shot at the craps tables and made $110. So I left there ahead by $10 and a free meal. Sweet!
On to Harrahs New Orleans, which was jam packed with people playing tables with $15 minimums. I hit the $15 craps, which was scary, but thanks to a good run by a lady shooter, I left the place up $35. It would have been $45 but I didn't realize they charged $10 for valet parking. Vegas it ain't!
Then on to Baton Rouge, where I made a quick score on free slot play at the Hollywood, then on to the Belle of Baton Rouge, where, sadly, I managed to drop a chunk of all those winnings I'd piled up for the day. Had the good sense to leave while I was still up for the trip, though. On to the L'Auberge, where they were giving away $30 in food credit if you played half an hour. In this situation I always play a Hundred Hand Draw Poker machine for a penny a line and pick Deuces Wild; if you get dealt enough three-of-a-kind hands and even a four-of-a-kind, as seems inevitable when I play, it's almost impossible to lose anything worth mentioning, and $30 in takeout at the bar-and-grill (again, the buffet had already closed) will feed me on the road for a couple of days.
Maybe someday I'll get a handle on this. At least the food is good.