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Just curious about the longest session the folks here have played at the table.
Once I played from 12 noon to 4am, 16 hour session at the Venetian Vegas. I was down 4000, and made a run at the end to broke even. Freaking long session without eating anything, I felt like a degenerate, but it was quite fun too.
“CRAP is not fun without superstition, just like Bacarate is no fun without squeezing the cards”—Pｈｉｌ Ｉｖｅｙ
I just came back from Caesars in Atlantic City. Played from 2pm - 4am with several food breaks mixed in. I was down 700. I consider myself an amateur dice controller but for some reason could not find my mark that day. I analyzed my throws and made adjustments midway to finally be just down 200. I considered leaving around 12, satisfied that I got the monster roll I was looking for. Before leaving I checked the Comp center to see what was available before I left and a $250 free table play voucher was in my account. I quickly printed and cashed it in at the nearest empty table and rolled once to see if I was able to get into the rhythm. I set the dice for the augmented hardways as I was off the entire day and sevened out. I analyzed the throw and realized my throw was more solid and I should set it to the regular hardways. The next roll was an epic 40 minute throw with about 60-70 numbers( i lost track when I dumped chips into the wrong rack). From the 250 voucher I was up to 1k+ and received an ovation from the large crowd that had gathered to the table at 3am. The dealers were happy as I made bets for them along the way and tossed them several reds and a green on my way out. What a crazy night.
I just came back from Caesars in Atlantic City. Played from 2pm - 4am with several food breaks mixed in. I was down 700. I consider myself an amateur dice controller but for some reason could not find my mark that day. I analyzed my throws and made adjustments midway to finally be just down 200. I considered leaving around 12, satisfied that I got the monster roll I was looking for. Before leaving I checked the Comp center to see what was available before I left and a $250 free table play voucher was in my account. I quickly printed and cashed it in at the nearest empty table and rolled once to see if I was able to get into the rhythm. I set the dice for the augmented hardways as I was off the entire day and sevened out. I analyzed the throw and realized my throw was more solid and I should set it to the regular hardways. The next roll was an epic 40 minute throw with about 60-70 numbers( i lost track when I dumped chips into the wrong rack). From the 250 voucher I was up to 1k+ and received an ovation from the large crowd that had gathered to the table at 3am. The dealers were happy as I made bets for them along the way and tossed them several reds and a green on my way out. What a crazy night.
Man, that is pretty cool. I’m going to learn the dice setting thing too.
Just curious about the longest session the folks here have played at the table.
That depends on your definition of “session”. I would guess 8 hours to be about the longest I have spent at a table without leaving it for any reason. I would guess 20 hours to be about the longest I have spent in a casino without leaving it or going to my room.
It was in the fall of 2003. I was living in Henderson, NV and had been divorced for almost five years. The divorce was a nasty one that had liquidated pretty much all of my assets. I was working all the time trying to recover from some crippling debt. I staved off any kind of bankruptcy when the IRS came a knockin’.
All in all, the IRS tax debt that I had racked-up was just another kick in the teeth. I had a meeting with an agent and he reviewed my case. It wasn t pretty my friends. I had accumulated a hefty debt with old Uncle Sam that included fines, penalties, and some interest compounded that was borderline on the side of loansharking. They were far from erasing all of the close to 85K that I owed the federal government, but said if I were to make a one lump payment I would reduce my debt with them to just the principle and the would waive all other fees. Otherwise, I would be responsible for the whole amount and the interest would continue the compound. The threats of garnishment of pay, future federal and state income tax refunds, and social security were all thrown in my face. As a person that at times can t keep his mouth shut, I expressed that Nevada doesn t have a state income tax. The agent shrugged and said, if the state ever adopted a income tax or I filed within another state that has an income tax, they would surely garnish those monies. And all they wanted was like 25K, and I had less the 9K in the bank.
This is the one time I was going to play with sacred money. I felt I had really nothing to lose, so to say. I went to my bank; closed my savings account and withdrew everything but nine cents from my checking account. I still have the slip to this day that shows a balance of $.09 in my account. I gotta say, my head felt like it was spinning one way and my mind way spinning the other. Really, I was gonna turn straw into gold at the craps table and walk out of the casino with enough money to get the IRS off my back.
I filled my Jeep with gas and had a bite to eat at the Skyline Casino then went to Sam’s Town on Boulder Highway. They have the best odds on craps for any casino back then, 100X. They still do today, but only a single table till 5 pm daily. I bought in at the cashiers cage and made the walk to the tables. In my mind, I knew the rent was paid for the month and a paycheck was coming to me at the end of the week, but was I gonna come out of this flat busted and with the IRS bending me completely over a barrel. I have had my share of success at the craps table and have had some bad outings, but could I keep a positive additude. I was gonna be playing with sacred money. I was breaking one of my own rules. Don t play with sacred money, only play with money that you are willing to lose. So, I guess, some kind of reasoning I was willing to go bust and lose all my savings.
When I hit the table my nerves were nearly shot. Once I had gotten a few games under my belt and my bankroll started increasing, my mind slowed and I settled into a groove. I played for over 20 hours with nothing more than bathroom breaks and a quick bite to eat. In the end, after twisting the hell out of my mind, testing the limits with a little sleep deprivation and forcing a few power wagers that could have brought a quick end to this madness, I walked out of the hall with the money I owed the IRS and 12K to put back in the bank.
Oh, I still owe some to the IRS to this day; but I felt I got one up on the man. Well, maybe this time.
The longest roll on record is the one in 1986 at Harrah’s in Reno Nv. It lasted for 18 hours, 9 chip refills and two shift changes. The shooter made over 0ne million and started with a bankroll of just under 100 dollars. He was drunk when he started and was sober when it was all said and done. No one kept count of the number number of rolls but only six sevens were tossed and 5 of those were on the come out roll. By half way through the crowd around the table was 9 deep and the casino broke even on the table. Many locals had come down to watch and were betting high stakes on the dark side as well as casino employees who were off shift. If you go to the diamond lounge at Harrah’s on the Vegas strip and ask for the bartender by the name of Robert he can not only tell you the whole story but has new paper clipping about the roll. He was there from the start to the finish and won enough to buy a house at that time. Robert has the distinction of being the longest employee of Harrah’s in all of their corporation. He has many fascinating stories about gaming which he is happy to tell and usually has documentation to back them all up.
The longest roll on record is the one in 1986 at Harrah’s in Reno Nv. It lasted for 18 hours, 9 chip refills and two shift changes. ... If you go to the diamond lounge at Harrah’s on the Vegas strip and ask for the bartender by the name of Robert he can not only tell you the whole story but has new paper clipping about the roll.
So you’re saying the Stanley Fujitake and Pat DeMauro rolls are not records after all? Curious that Robert, The Harrah’s Bartender, remained silent after those rolls made the news.
Just curious about the longest session the folks here have played at the table.
Once I played from 12 noon to 4am, 16 hour session at the Venetian Vegas. I was down 4000, and made a run at the end to broke even. Freaking long session without eating anything, I felt like a degenerate, but it was quite fun too.
“CRAP is not fun without superstition, just like Bacarate is no fun without squeezing the cards”—Pｈｉｌ Ｉｖｅｙ
Ｃｒａｐs god
I have heard that the longer you are in a casino the more you stand to lose. Why didnt you leave when you were up?
Great stories, but I can’t believe that only a few sevens, and one 7-out can be thrown in an 18 hour shift.
Just a few questions in case I am ever able to be at a table that really catches fire:
What is the protocol for defending your spot at a hot table? Do you have to continually shrink to the size of a wafer? If you’re winning big do you run out of room in the rackfor your chips?
If you’re not already on a spot, how aggressively do you push your way in? I once squeezed in at a lukewarm table next to the dealer and he gave me some grief.
How do you manage a very long shift? Do people actually stay at a table for hours and hours without a piss break?
My longest winning streak was about 2 hours to go from down $200 to up $300 and I was pretty spent. Just kept drinking water that whole time.
What is the protocol for defending your spot at a hot table? Do you have to continually shrink to the size of a wafer?
First come, first serve. Incoming players are not permitted to squeeze you out. You may, however, have to move a little to the left or right.
jimijazz - 13 December 2011 06:49 PM
If you’re winning big do you run out of room in the rackfor your chips?
If you’re running out of room in the rail, ask the dealer to start converting your payoffs to higher colors (denominations). You may have to toss them some checks (chips) to make the conversion possible ($25 for $11 on a $14 payout, for example). Know what your payoffs are so that you can expedite this process. If this is not possible, I’m sure they would make an exception for you and do a partial color up. Generally, coloring up should only be done when you leave the table, but if your money could get confused with someone else’s, I’m sure the boxperson would understand.
jimijazz - 13 December 2011 06:49 PM
If you’re not already on a spot, how aggressively do you push your way in? I once squeezed in at a lukewarm table next to the dealer and he gave me some grief.
On a normal table, each side can fit 8 players. If on a less than full side, a player is driving people away because he/she wants elbow room, that is BS. In that situation, I’d say be aggressive. If players are larger than average, I wouldn’t try to push too hard… that’s just my opinion. No… don’t crowd the dealers. They need their space in order to work efficiently.
jimijazz - 13 December 2011 06:49 PM
How do you manage a very long shift? Do people actually stay at a table for hours and hours without a piss break?
What’s the problem here? Yes, some people hold it in, but the employees at a Craps table are willing to hold your spot at the table for a short while if you need to go to the restroom.
It was in the fall of 2003. I was living in Henderson, NV and had been divorced for almost five years. The divorce was a nasty one that had liquidated pretty much all of my assets. I was working all the time trying to recover from some crippling debt. I staved off any kind of bankruptcy when the IRS came a knockin’.
All in all, the IRS tax debt that I had racked-up was just another kick in the teeth. I had a meeting with an agent and he reviewed my case. It wasn t pretty my friends. I had accumulated a hefty debt with old Uncle Sam that included fines, penalties, and some interest compounded that was borderline on the side of loansharking. They were far from erasing all of the close to 85K that I owed the federal government, but said if I were to make a one lump payment I would reduce my debt with them to just the principle and the would waive all other fees. Otherwise, I would be responsible for the whole amount and the interest would continue the compound. The threats of garnishment of pay, future federal and state income tax refunds, and social security were all thrown in my face. As a person that at times can t keep his mouth shut, I expressed that Nevada doesn t have a state income tax. The agent shrugged and said, if the state ever adopted a income tax or I filed within another state that has an income tax, they would surely garnish those monies. And all they wanted was like 25K, and I had less the 9K in the bank.
This is the one time I was going to play with sacred money. I felt I had really nothing to lose, so to say. I went to my bank; closed my savings account and withdrew everything but nine cents from my checking account. I still have the slip to this day that shows a balance of $.09 in my account. I gotta say, my head felt like it was spinning one way and my mind way spinning the other. Really, I was gonna turn straw into gold at the craps table and walk out of the casino with enough money to get the IRS off my back.
I filled my Jeep with gas and had a bite to eat at the Skyline Casino then went to Sam’s Town on Boulder Highway. They have the best odds on craps for any casino back then, 100X. They still do today, but only a single table till 5 pm daily. I bought in at the cashiers cage and made the walk to the tables. In my mind, I knew the rent was paid for the month and a paycheck was coming to me at the end of the week, but was I gonna come out of this flat busted and with the IRS bending me completely over a barrel. I have had my share of success at the craps table and have had some bad outings, but could I keep a positive additude. I was gonna be playing with sacred money. I was breaking one of my own rules. Don t play with sacred money, only play with money that you are willing to lose. So, I guess, some kind of reasoning I was willing to go bust and lose all my savings.
When I hit the table my nerves were nearly shot. Once I had gotten a few games under my belt and my bankroll started increasing, my mind slowed and I settled into a groove. I played for over 20 hours with nothing more than bathroom breaks and a quick bite to eat. In the end, after twisting the hell out of my mind, testing the limits with a little sleep deprivation and forcing a few power wagers that could have brought a quick end to this madness, I walked out of the hall with the money I owed the IRS and 12K to put back in the bank.
Oh, I still owe some to the IRS to this day; but I felt I got one up on the man. Well, maybe this time.
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