Ahh... yes, a bright light on the porch to attract moths to fornicate among each other. The Craps Table at a Casino. DI's would be clustered on each side of the Stickman, the light bulb. Those that had the special glow would not care where they stood, but would most likely pass the dice to the DI on their immediate left... and so it goes around to the DI's standing closest to the Stick. Once these DI's blow their cover as Random Chuckers with style... the dice would pass faster and faster until someone became tired of Passing the Dice and would... meekly take the spotlight. The bright light... flickering to the pressure of producing something. Like a hen hatching an egg to admire... The moment you hear of a DI Convention is the moment the onlookers find... ...an Empty Table. Other than three dealers, a Boxman and the suit watching over the Table's Bank. Much like finding Space Aliens stored in refrigerators at Area 51 north of Las Vegas... is where you will find these DI critters. Large heads, oversized eyes and delicate fingers for fondling the cubes. They fluff up their skill set only to flutter away for other venues... like talking about their skills at the table and the pocket full of easy made cash... at the Casino's Bar. Amazing since Craps has been played in the gaming capital of the World... not one Craps Convention for Dice Influencers. The Ghosts of big wins of the past are only print in a book or a magazine. Today... moths fornicating at a light bulb... waiting for the opportunity to... talk about beating a Craps Table, holding a palm full of chips from their pockets. Another 'show and tell' for school the next weekend. Then, repeat. Life is wonderful with the 'lights off'.