One day I got hold of a toy roulette wheel and had the neighborhood kids play it, for pennies and nickels.
I banked their bets and won.
Ka-ching!
But my gambling interest was dormant until the nineties: I flew to Las Vegas for the first time, saw some shows, but knew nothing of gambling.
But my interest was piqued.
That xmas my secretary gave me John Patrick's tome "Advanced Craps:" I read it, thought about it, and headed off to the tribal casinos with money in hand and hope in my heart.
The year was 1976.
At the casino I played $2 blackjack. When I won the dealer paid me with a $1 chip on top of a $5 chip. She expected big tips. But that isnt the AP play.
My wife and I were talking to another couple while standing by a row of 25-cent slot machines. Out of boredom I turned to the machine I was standing next to and I put in a quarter and pulled the handle. There was only a handle -- no buttons. Its 1976 remember.
The three reels started to spin... slowly... and they didnt stop for about half a minute. And when the reels stopped there was a cherry. Out came two quarters.
I put in another quarter... and after thirty seconds another cherry.
The four of us spent the next ten minutes taking turns winning 25-cents at a time.
Then a suit came along and disabled the machine.
I learned a lot that night. LOL
First sports bet...I took Ali in Ali-Frazier 1...no cash on the line, we bet baseball cards.
I ended up moving to college about 2 hours away from my hometown. The bookie from my hometown start letting me make bets on credit. So, I started running numbers myself out of my dorm room at college. I had white boards in my dorm rooms with all of the lines listed every day and a stack of parlay cards I backed all of the money myself and ended up making a nice chunk of profit doing this over the course of a few months.
The fact that I was able to gamble with credit with my bookie in my hometown over the phone, and the fact that I was doing so well running numbers myself from my dorm room I ended up getting in over my head pretty quickly. When Florida State played against Virginia Tech in the national championship game, I had over $22,000 of bets booked myself. A lot of the Action was one-sided so to hedge the bet, I called in a five-figure bet to my bookie in my hometown over the phone. He honered it. The bet I made with him ended up losing but I won enough money on the bets I booked myself I drove up and paid him.
Considering he let me make that bet on credit and I paid him he started letting me bet big on credit all the time. Needless to say being a kid young dumb and stupid I started making big bets over the phone everyday. I got on a massive losing streak and kept trying to Martingale over the phone. He eventually saw what I was trying to do, cut me off and demanded I pay him instantly. I had to borrow money at 25% through CitiFinancial to get my loan paid off.
Needless to say I learned a lot from that experience, and I do not gamble like that anymore as an adult. However, that is how I got started.
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Wanted to try gambling in a casino so I had packed my one leisure suit, put it on one night and walked into the Barbary Coast and quickly lost $20 on the Big Wheel, but what an adrenaline rush again thinking I would be booted but didn't.
My first casino experience was in 1985, in Reno (my father and brothers were in the Greater Reno Italian Golf Association tournament held each summer for a while). My second was in Vegas, I think in 2004 - and pretty much the only reason I went to Vegas was because of the Pinball Hall of Fame (next to the movie theater on Tropicana & Pecos back then).
Quote: ThatDonGuyMy second was in Vegas, I think in 2004 - and pretty much the only reason I went to Vegas was because of the Pinball Hall of Fame (next to the movie theater on Tropicana & Pecos back then).
Tim, the owner, lives in that neighborhood.
The first time I played in a "real" casino was on the first cruise ship my wife and I sailed on -- the Monarch Sun, sailing for four nights in late summer 1976 out of Miami to Nassau and Freeport. The entire casino staff was Korean and had apparently trained at a school in Korea. I later encountered two of those dealers working on another cruise ship. I played blackjack for what I now recall as $2 a hand. I kept a $1 chip as a souvenir of the cruise, and that was the first chip for what later became my chip collection. I posted it on this forum in the Casino Chip of the Day thread. (I haven't checked to see how well my current memories match with whatever tale I told in that post.)
My first visit to Las Vegas was in March 2003. I was on a project team working on some tasks for the U.S. Marine Corps at a number of facilities in the Southwest. We spent a week at the Marine Corps Logistics Base in Barstow, CA followed by a week at the Marine Corps Air Station in Yuma, AZ. Nobody on the team wanted to spend the weekend at either of those locations, so we spent Friday and Saturday nights at the Tropicana Las Vegas. I think that may have included my first experience with a real craps game.
He wound up setting up in his finished basement a nickel slot machine which had been seized in a raid.
While the adults yakked and drank it up at his finished bar, I plugged lots of paper route money into the one armed bandit.
I liked it.
A lot.
First official casino gambling was about a week after I turned 21. I had been to a casino dozens of times with parents but couldn’t gamble. At 21, I had 2 college friends with birthdays within a week or two of mine. One of those friends was from NJ. His bday was last of the 3 of us. On the day of his birthday, his dad got us a room at Ballys AC. We drove up from college for the night. His dad met us there and gave us each $100. I can’t remember if his dad had a separate room or drove back home to stay at his place. In either case, one friend camped out at the nickle slots playing 1 coin in and got blasted on drinks. Me and my other friend went between poker and Blackjack for the night. I think we both lost like $200 and my friend at the nickle machine lost something like $2. Next day we drove back to college. It was a fun and memorable trip.
What was the issue that made this an advantage? Being exposed to such things early on and even later knowing there are good AP opportunities what made you decided to chase -EV games?Quote: AlanMendelsonI went to a casino in St Maarten during our honeymoon. It was my first time gambling and my first AP play but I didnt realize it was an AP play till recently.
The year was 1976.
At the casino I played $2 blackjack. When I won the dealer paid me with a $1 chip on top of a $5 chip. She expected big tips. But that isnt the AP play.
My wife and I were talking to another couple while standing by a row of 25-cent slot machines. Out of boredom I turned to the machine I was standing next to and I put in a quarter and pulled the handle. There was only a handle -- no buttons. Its 1976 remember.
The three reels started to spin... slowly... and they didnt stop for about half a minute. And when the reels stopped there was a cherry. Out came two quarters.
I put in another quarter... and after thirty seconds another cherry.
The four of us spent the next ten minutes taking turns winning 25-cents at a time.
Then a suit came along and disabled the machine.
I learned a lot that night. LOL
I immediately posted about it here asking why -
https://wizardofvegas.com/forum/off-topic/general/20483-reasons-for-general-table-rules/
After that, I became really interested in AP and started doing all the reading and research I could on the topic. A few very nice posters here sent me some good info via PM here.
After that, I started going to AC quite often doing some extremely light AP. My goal was to get as much free rooms/food possible and break even gambling.
The past few years, even though I now have family with a vacation home in AC and I am there all the time, I hardly ever go to the casino.
I think a lot about doing more serious AP, but I really struggle to find it appealing. It’s just work, and often boring and repetitive work at the end of the day.