Dear Mark: I was rolling the dice in Atlantic City and off to a good roll. On my last roll I had a pass line bet with odds and a come bet with odds. I rolled what I thought was a five and a six although the six came down on a couple of chips on the other side of the table. The dealer called it a seven and swept the chips and the dice away before I could open my mouth to complain. The five was flat on the table and the six was facing the middle of the table and higher than what must have been a two facing the opposite way. In fact, even though I am 5'10" and standing just to the left of the stickman, I couldn't see the two. I walked away steamed and they called me back to give me the $20 from my come bet and laugh in my face. I feel bad about being cheated, if in fact I was. If you get around to answer this e-mail, I would appreciate it. David S.
In a frenzied game like craps, the stickman needs to make a lickety-split decision that is not always favorable to the player. In your case, the single die in question could have gone your way with a six (or the three and four, as I sit here field testing some chips and a single die), or the two as called, which matched up with the five on the sister cube, making it "five two, you're all through."
Obviously, David, I wasn’t there, but I do trust the ruling of the stickman who made on the call. He, or she, has made thousands of similar calls before, and although it is not always advantageous to you, it was most likely the correct decision.
Question to you, David. Was it figuratively or literally that the dealer was laughing in your face? If the latter, then your beef would be about the inappropriate treatment you received on the game, but probably not your being ripped off.
Dear Mark: In one of your columns quite a while back, you mentioned that you were once employed at the Cal-Neva owned by the late Warren Nelson. Was that the Cal-Neva near Lake Tahoe, or was Nelson's place located in downtown Reno? I tried to find the answer on the net, but couldn't locate it. Apparently he operated a casino a la Binion style, offering the player a fair shake at the tables. Anyway, I just got curious about the location of his casino. Mac F.
In fact, Mac, I worked at both the Cal-Neva at Lake Tahoe when the gaming commission closed it in the early 80’s due to gaming improprieties, and at the Club Cal-Neva in Reno.
Like Warren Nelson, the Cal-Neva Lodge at the lake had its share of colorful owners, the splashiest being, perhaps, Frank Sinatra. A controversy with the Nevada Gaming Control Board (alleged mob connections) resulted in the revocation of Sinatra's license in 1963. Around that same time, Warren Nelson became a partner in the Club Cal-Neva in Reno, which became one of the most successful operations per square foot in Nevada.
The Club Cal-Neva still offers their cherished low-roller players some of the cheapest food prices and liberal gaming rules in Reno. It is one of those casinos that treat you like a treasured commodity, always trying to increase buyer value, and one where you will find me when I’m in the “Biggest Little City.”
More details of Nelson’s life can be found in his autobiography, Always Bet on the Butcher, where warts and all, he writes about his gambling experiences, from the bygone days when casinos used violence, or the threat of it, to protect themselves from shysters, to the present-day casinos with their shiny MBA corporate management.
Gambling Wisdom of the Week: "Ever have a casino visit when nothing goes right? When you wonder where you got the idea that gambling was fun? -- Alan Krigman
http://www.casinohotshots.com
http://www.guidetogambling.co.uk
http://www.top10online.com
http://www.tops-poker.net
In a frenzied game like craps, the stickman needs to make a lickety-split decision that is not always favorable to the player. In your case, the single die in question could have gone your way with a six (or the three and four, as I sit here field testing some chips and a single die), or the two as called, which matched up with the five on the sister cube, making it "five two, you're all through."
Obviously, David, I wasn’t there, but I do trust the ruling of the stickman who made on the call. He, or she, has made thousands of similar calls before, and although it is not always advantageous to you, it was most likely the correct decision.
Question to you, David. Was it figuratively or literally that the dealer was laughing in your face? If the latter, then your beef would be about the inappropriate treatment you received on the game, but probably not your being ripped off.
Dear Mark: In one of your columns quite a while back, you mentioned that you were once employed at the Cal-Neva owned by the late Warren Nelson. Was that the Cal-Neva near Lake Tahoe, or was Nelson's place located in downtown Reno? I tried to find the answer on the net, but couldn't locate it. Apparently he operated a casino a la Binion style, offering the player a fair shake at the tables. Anyway, I just got curious about the location of his casino. Mac F.
In fact, Mac, I worked at both the Cal-Neva at Lake Tahoe when the gaming commission closed it in the early 80’s due to gaming improprieties, and at the Club Cal-Neva in Reno.
Like Warren Nelson, the Cal-Neva Lodge at the lake had its share of colorful owners, the splashiest being, perhaps, Frank Sinatra. A controversy with the Nevada Gaming Control Board (alleged mob connections) resulted in the revocation of Sinatra's license in 1963. Around that same time, Warren Nelson became a partner in the Club Cal-Neva in Reno, which became one of the most successful operations per square foot in Nevada.
The Club Cal-Neva still offers their cherished low-roller players some of the cheapest food prices and liberal gaming rules in Reno. It is one of those casinos that treat you like a treasured commodity, always trying to increase buyer value, and one where you will find me when I’m in the “Biggest Little City.”
More details of Nelson’s life can be found in his autobiography, Always Bet on the Butcher, where warts and all, he writes about his gambling experiences, from the bygone days when casinos used violence, or the threat of it, to protect themselves from shysters, to the present-day casinos with their shiny MBA corporate management.
Gambling Wisdom of the Week: "Ever have a casino visit when nothing goes right? When you wonder where you got the idea that gambling was fun? -- Alan Krigman
http://www.casinohotshots.com
http://www.guidetogambling.co.uk
http://www.top10online.com
http://www.tops-poker.net