
Craps is, by far, the best gambling game for a group of people. There are bets everywhere, numbers getting yelled out, 90% of the people don’t really understand what they’re betting on, and everyone wins or loses together so the table really develops this great camaraderie. This is a story about one craps table in Las Vegas.
From last Wednesday through yesterday night I was with a group celebrating our friend Aaron’s wedding. We started Wednesday night with one last run through the bars we frequented in college (which was both a ton of fun and disturbing at the same time) and then flew out Thursday morning for a weekend at Ceasar’s Palace.
On Saturday morning Randy and I, the only two who hadn’t taken part in the marathon gambling session on Friday night, headed out early to get some breakfast and do a little gambling. We through some dice, watched some soccer, won some money on Chelsea, ate a couple crepes at the patisserie in Ceasar’s and then went to go meet up with the other 3 who were just waking up. Once they got some Gatorade and bread in their systems it was off to Bill’s Gamblin’ Hall; not the nicest place on the strip by any means but close to us and specializing in $5 craps tables.
Aaron and Dave were too hungover from the night before so they left but Ben joined us for some cheap entertainment. It started well but nothing too outrageous. A couple people crapped out quick and one or two hit a few points. We had each bought in with $100 and were probably up about $275 combined.
Then, Dan got the dice.
I can’t due Dan justice, but here’s what I remember. He was an older gentleman, probably late 50′s early 60′s, with thinning white hair and leathery skin. He wore a yellow polo shirt and a ring on his right hand that was a little horseshoe inlaid with diamonds. Now it seems ridiculous that I remember that, but we spent a solid 90 minutes looking at Dan’s hands. Those magic hands were incapable of throwing a 7.
Dan kept rolling for what seemed like days. The table filled up in about 10 minutes after everyone kept hearing the commotion from our table. I’ve never screamed “53!” “44!” “23!” and “Hard Six!” so many times in my life. Dan would set a point, throw some other numbers (I think Randy made so much money of Eight that he’s going to name his first-born son that), hit the point and move along like it was nobody’s business.
Aaron and Dave ended up showing back up to the casino about an hour into it, seeing us flush with money and standing in awe as we just kept raking in more. Initially Aaron was okay with it, “that nap was worth $500.” But as we kept pressing our bets, the 6′s and 8′s kept coming in, and Dan kept hitting points that mentality changed. Dan rolled through 4 stickmen, they had to refill the table’s chips twice, and we had 6 pit bosses surrounding the table watching every roll. I think in all Dan ended up hitting 10 points before crapping out, including closing a fire bet.
A fire bet means that Dan set and hit all 6 points (4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10) before crapping out. It pays out 1000:1 and a few of our newfound friends made out very nicely on that one. As for us, let’s just say that while we bought in with $100, when Dan finally crapped out we each had at least 5 times that much in play on the board and many times more than that tucked away in our pockets. I was at that table for over 3 hours and the dice never made it around to me to roll. It was a run that people dream of. We talked to Billy, one of the dealers who had also been there a couple days before when we first gambled, and he said something like that happens maybe once every other month.
Some of us went on to lose a good chunk of that money trying to hit one more lucky streak and some of us managed to hang on to a good deal of it. But in the end all that matters is that for one stretch on an early Vegas afternoon, we ran Bill’s.