Mr. Negativity

Mr. Negativity

He was tall; he was overweight; he had a ponytail as many men who are losing their hair do. I guess the philosophy is to grow the most hair where you have hair and take away the fact that you have the least hair where you have the least hair. You can control the most hair but the least is problematic.

Maybe he was 50-years old; maybe more, maybe less.

The great dice controller Jerry “Stickman” and I were in Atlantic City for a week. We like to play early in the mornings when a few, a couple or one or no players are at the tables. Mondays and Tuesdays are the best days to get the type of table we like.

This day that man was at the end of the table. There were two other players at the table.

“Mr. Negativity,” said Stickman to me.

“He doesn’t seem happy,” I said. He did indeed have a sour look on his face.

He cashed in for one thousand dollars, not an overwhelmingly large sum yet he proceeded to make green ($25) and black ($100) bets --- most of them on Crazy Crapper propositions with exceedingly high house edges.

He went through his money fast enough. In fact, he took out another thousand dollars having run out of money rather quickly.

I was up next to get the dice. I was standing at my normal spot, SL1 (next to the left arm of the stick man) and I put up my Pass Line bet.

“Who’s rolling?” he asked the dealer.

“Frank,” said the dealer. The dealer nodded at me.

I established my point, a 6

“Hard eight for one hundred dollars,” he said.

He glared at me. That was weird. Why would the guy glare at me when he was betting on me?

I took the dice; set them in my 3-V, aimed, swung my right arm slowly and released. The dice hit the wall then settled a few inches away.

“Eight! Eight the hard way!” said the dealer.

“Let it ride,” growled Mr. Negativity. He now had $1,000 on the hard 8. A win would mean a whopping $10,000 in his pocket.

I took the dice; set them, aimed, swung my arm, released the dice. They flew slowly through the air, bounced on the layout, hit the back wall and died.

“Eight! Another hard way eight!” said the dealer.

“Down on my hard eight,” snickered Mr. Negativity. His upper lip curled somewhat.

The dealer pushed $10,000 in orange chips to him; he scowled at me and walked away.

“Pleasant guy,” said Stickman. “Glad he left. Man is he Mr. Negativity.”

Later that morning, after a delicious and relaxed breakfast, Stickman and I checked out the craps tables. Mr. Negativity was at the end of the table with two “reserved” signs on either side of him. He was betting big money now – probably based on his 10 thousand jackpot of the early morning.

When he saw me he snarled; I swear, he snarled. He threw a few times, hit some of the Crazy Crapper bets he was on, sevened out, took his chips and stormed off the table.

“At what point does Mr. Negativity lose his money?” asked Stickman.

“Late this afternoon,” I said.

“I say tomorrow morning he’ll be cashing in for a thousand,” said Stickman. “What a rotten attitude he brings to the table.”

We didn’t see Mr. Negativity the rest of the week. I am guessing this guy is an addicted gambler and one who enjoys the awe other players show him when he bets huge amounts.

Mr. Negativity was a sad and angry man. There was no joy whatsoever in his play.

is there a part II?

The Buddha would turn negative if he spent enough time in a casino.

Last week.

Frank, this doesn't surprise me. He was probably down so much that no incremental win could produce any joy. It's part of the psychology of gambling. Losses generate so much pain that it requires two wins to make up for the same emotional impact.

Frank


There are so many of those people, and i cant understand why they play, they
dont enjoy winning or losing.

Last fall we were at a tribal casino in upper Michigan.

Me and a friend were at the small tub, there you have to sit down
if your throwing the dice.

My friend was on a decent roll, maybe 12-13 rolls and this old guy came up
on the other end next to me. He threw his money on the table during the roll.
That stopped the roll, theypaid him, asked what bets he wanted the the guy
would not sit down, so we waited... well next roll was a 7.

I got the dice and threw a couple of times and he stood up again and was speaking
to some one behind him so we could not continue.... he messed up his bets and
was still standing so i sat down and waited. Then he started complaining there was no
action.

I stood up and was about to throw and he mumbled that the table is always so bad
when is some going to throw something. I learned over toward him and said we had
a very good roll going until some jerk off came to the table and disrupted everything on
here including that roll.

After my roll he got the dice, Doug and i each bet the donts saying that appeared to
be the thing to do, he hit a 7 on the second roll, was pissed and stormed away.

Many people dont respect anyone at the table.

Dicesetter

Quote: dicesitter

Frank


There are so many of those people, and i cant understand why they play, they
dont enjoy winning or losing.

Last fall we were at a tribal casino in upper Michigan.

Me and a friend were at the small tub, there you have to sit down
if your throwing the dice.

My friend was on a decent roll, maybe 12-13 rolls and this old guy came up
on the other end next to me. He threw his money on the table during the roll.
That stopped the roll, theypaid him, asked what bets he wanted the the guy
would not sit down, so we waited... well next roll was a 7.

I got the dice and threw a couple of times and he stood up again and was speaking
to some one behind him so we could not continue.... he messed up his bets and
was still standing so i sat down and waited. Then he started complaining there was no
action.

I stood up and was about to throw and he mumbled that the table is always so bad
when is some going to throw something. I learned over toward him and said we had
a very good roll going until some jerk off came to the table and disrupted everything on
here including that roll.

After my roll he got the dice, Doug and i each bet the donts saying that appeared to
be the thing to do, he hit a 7 on the second roll, was pissed and stormed away.

Many people dont respect anyone at the table.

Dicesetter

I can't prove it but that much negative energy certainly effects the enjoyment of my gambling experience.

That's almost as bad as the stick lady passing gas.

Oh, yes, I had that a few times. Wicked.

now see that was a low blow


Here i am back in Wisconsin after my fun filled 30 days in vegas and i am trying
the best i can to concentrate on what i am doing and you need to bring up that
stick lady.

Now i have to start all over



dicesetter