I stopped off at GVRS for some action on the crap table on my way home from work, I met the most arrogant individual I have ever met in my life on this table, what followed was really funny.
I approach the table and buy in for $300, I make my first bet on the DON’T PASS and Mr. Arrogance immediately shows off why he earned the title Mr. Arrogance. He yells out to the shooter across the table, ‘Let’s go shoot’ we have a don’t passer over here, lets make some numbers” Okay for the first 4-5 shooters they were making numbers and I was losing, no big deal the tide always turns eventually.
While the other shooters were making numbers Mr. Arrogance was really rubbing it in about my losing streak, good thing I have the patience and bankroll to last though. He was yelling out louder and louder every time a shooter would make a pass and I would lose my bet. He would look right at me and yell out “I’m glad I’m not on that don’t pass line”. Then a cocktail waitress came by and Mr. Arrogance ordered another beer and I ordered a bottle of water. When she brought our beverages and Mr. Arrogance noticed I was drinking water instead of alcohol; he announced to the entire table “Hey look the don’t passer is drinking water” in his usual smart assed tone of voice.
Well the dice finally make it to Mr. Arrogance and he is in his glory as his rack of chips is building and mine was getting smaller. As luck would have it the dice turned ice cold in his hands and I had my first winning set on Mr. Arrogance turn with the dice. Now what else Mr. Arrogance did while he had the dice was really funny. After Mr. Arrogance established a point on the come-out roll and he rolled two more come numbers, which I had covered with DON’T COME bets, he takes the dice and leans across the guy standing between us and taps the dice on the table right in front of me and raises them up in front of my face and tosses them and yells out “thirty-three”, he had a point of 6 and 3-3 on the dice would have made his PASS LINE bet a winner along with his hard-6 bet. Wouldn’t you know it, the 7 came up and he lost everything he had on the table, as well as everyone else at the table for that roll, and I won. I had to look away to avoid laughing in his face.
So the dice move around the table, I make some ground but lose it back and when I lose it back Mr. Arrogance is still at it. Then after an hour or so on the table it finally happened, the table turned ice cold for good and I won back the $300 I was down plus an additional $30 and Mr. Arrogance rack of red and green chips was down to almost nothing. Mr. Arrogance sure got quiet that last 20 minutes or so I was on the table. My last bet before leaving to head home was on Mr. Arrogance again, this was about the 4th or 5th time the dice made it to him and he rolled every roll just like the first one I mentioned above. What a great way to end an hour and half session on the table with Mr. Arrogance making the final 7-OUT that put me in the black. I cash out and quietly walk away with my meager winnings silently laughing, while Mr. Arrogance was looking at what little was left to his rack of chips wondering what happened.
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Ralph In LA$ VEGA$