A Day in the Life of a Professional Roulette Gambler
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By Dr. Panayiotis Papadakis
You walk into a casino armed with knowledge and a powerful winning system that you know can't be beat, no matter how much of a mathematical
advantage the casino has over you. Better yet, on this particular day you have a feel that this is the day. Today is the day. You know you
can't lose. You are unbeatable.
You start making plans about what you will do with all that money, as you are walking through a bank of slot machines. Huh, slot machines. Those are for suckers. You don't play that sucker game. Your game is roulette.
You've been playing roulette since you were a teenager, when you father introduced you to the game. This has in fact been a game that has
been taught by fathers in your family for several generations. Your grandfather was also a roulette player. And so was his father, who had
also been taught the game form his own father. That's already five generations of roulette players (that you know of) in your family. And
how long has this casino been around for? Two lousy weeks. And how old is the average croupier these days? Must be in their mid twenties.
Huh, rookies! What do they know?
You've been a consistent roulette winner for the past 20+ years of your career as a professional gambler. Yes, you did have some ups and
down and you've been known to walk out of the casino without even a dime to make a phone call. But that's all in the past, now, and those
times don't count. That was just some bad luck. In the long run, your system cannot be beat by bad luck. And it's not only about your powerful
winning system, it's also about the instinct that you've developed over the past 20 years as a roulette player. How can some rookie 21 year
old croupier that just got out of dealer school possibly beat an old seasoned cat, like you? This croupier was still wearing diapers when
you put-down your first bet at the roulette table. The ink on her diploma is not even completely dry, yet. She's gonna beat you at
this game? Yeah, right!
You've now cleared the bank of slot machines and before your eyes opens up a playground filled with green felt tables. You advance your way
towards the center and you start hearing the rattling of casino chips. The obnoxious electronic sounds of slot machines already seem like
part of the distant past. You remember, as you continue to walk away form the slots, that in your days slot machines used to produce a different
sound. Are you really that old? You chuckle at the though and you realize that the recollection of the good old days gave you goose bumps.
You look around and see all these young people, recklessly gambling at blackjack and craps, and whatnot, and you think to yourself, do they
even know who you are? Oh, they will soon find out. Let them play, let them lose. The casino will need all that money to pay you
your winning bets. They will soon know who you are. Today is the day.
You now approach the central area of the pit and you stat hearing the familiar, toc, toc, toc of the pearl ball bouncing off the metal bars
separating the numbered slots inside of the roulette wheel. It always lands in a numbered slot. And every one of them can be a winning number.
All you have to do is place your bet on any of the betting spots on the layout that will correspond to the winning number. Simple! Every number
can be a winning number. And mathematicians still call this game a game with a negative expectation. Nonsense!
As you approach the roulette tables you lay your eyes on the electronic displays that show you the last 20 results. To most people these
are meaningless numbers. But to an old cat like you this ins a goldmine of information. Casinos are foolish to post these results for everyone
to see. But you're not complaining. You take a quick look around and you've spotted your table. This is the one. Today is the day.
This is a busy night. There are at least 20 players swarming around your table. Yes, your table. This table is yours. And
the players are there for the ambiance. Player? Losers! Losers is what the are. And you need them there because money has to come form somewhere,
You reach into your breast pocket and you pull out a wad of cash. All C-notes. You carry that cash towards the green felt and you casually
leave it there. A few heads turn around to see who was the guy that put all that money down. Well, they will soon be very familiar
with your face. The croupier also noticed that you put down all that cash and calls the pit boss. You say nothing, the croupier knows what
The cash has been counted and you are now seated behind a pile of high denomination casino chips. Black are 100s, purple are 500s and yellow
are 1,000s. You don't plan on betting it all, of course, but you still need the bankroll in the unlikely event that you hit a temporary losing
streak. Your system is dependent on smooth uninterrupted play and you can't be waiting for the croupier to count cash and chips when the ball
should be spinning. Any interruption of the natural flow can be devastating as it resets the streaks to zero. Roulette players know that the
most important thing about roulette is the history of number that came up in past spins. But what most of them don't realize is that the time
intervals between those results are also as important, if not more.
You pull out a piece of paper and a pen. That's the pen you've been using for this purpose, for the past 17 years. This pen cannot be used
for anything else. Just for writing down numbers at roulette and performing calculations. Of course, the casino provides a digital display
of the numbers, but the casinos only log the numbers and they don't clock the time intervals. Those numbers can only give you a good initial
idea of how the wheel is performing, on that particular night. But you really need more information to know which numbers and colors have
a positive expectation on the next spin.
You came up with your own system, through years of trial and error. Some of those years proved to be quite costly, but such is the cost of education. You had to make a startup investment into this business, so that was what it took.
Coming up with a winning system was not all that difficult, actually. The most challenging part was coming up with a code that people cannot
decipher, when they are looking over your shoulder. Not only the players. Casinos have CCTV cameras. The eye in the sky, as they like to call
them. And you don't want to give away your winning system to some surveillance departments, either. But you write in code and no one can ever
figure out what it all means. Your code is further obfuscated with gibberish that is totally irrelevant. But you know what it all means as
you look down at your log and calculations.
"Place your bets please," says the cute croupier with a soft voice. She's cute. Really cute. You've always had dreams about hooking up with
a croupier, one day. Some people like women in uniforms, like cops and wome soldiers. That's OK, but nothing can come even close to the thrill
of making love to a croupier that spins the ball at the roulette table. Oh, those cute little manicured fingers that count the chips and spin
the ball with such skill. Oh, that uniform. "Jennifer," her name tag reads. Oh, you want some of that! You realize that your heart is already
pounding faster at the thought of Jennifer in your hotel room as you approach her and rip her blouse off. Oh, that casino uniform blouse.
Yes, she is going to come fully clothed, wearing the same uniform she normally wears at work. It has to be that way. And she will let you
slip your hands under that casino uniform and do whatever you want to her. Later. Right now, you have to focus on the game.
Oh, the sound of the ball rolling against the mahogany roulette wheel wakes you up form your daydream and you realize the time has come to
put-down your first bet. You already know what numbers are less likely to roll, on this spin, based on the string of numbers listed on the
electronic display. So, you reach for your first $100 chip and put it down on black. You can hardly contain your amusement, knowing that you
are the only player at this table, in this joint, playing with an advantage over the casino. As you retract your empty hand from your first
wager you feel that all eyes are on you. After all, you're the guy that pulled out a wad of cash like it's nobody's business and are now sitting
behind a mountain of high denomination casino chips.
"No more bets," you hear Jennifer say. Her soft voice draws your attention into her direction and your eyes meet. She acknowledges your spontaneous eye
contact with a timid smile. Ho, man! This is really your lucky day. You're gonna walk out of this joint will all the cash, and the girl. And
then… toc, toc, toc… Zero!
You're not worried. It's not about winning or losing the individual bets; it's about the big picture. So, Jennifer scoops up your $100 chip along with the rest of the losing bets and flushes the lot down the shoot. There, a mechanical chip counting machine neatly arranges all the chips into colors and stacks. You remember the days when croupiers had to do all that work by hand. Oh, those were the good old days. But the really good days are yet to come. Soon. Very soon.
Your hand automatically reaches for $200 and puts the new bet back on black. The ball is spun and Jennifer does what she was trained to do and this time it lands on 33 black. You win. Jennifer pays you $200 and you have just made your first $100 net profit, in total. And that, my friend, is the beginning of the long run.
The system you are playing is a combination of the Martingale progressive system and your own roulette statistical
analysis. The Martingale system is a powerful money management tool, but that alone is not enough to beat the house in the long run. Your
roulette statistical analysis gives you the true edge over the house because it tells you, with absolute certainty, what numbers or groups
of numbers are less likely to roll on the next spin. So, in layman's terms, you are playing every single bet with a positive statistical expectation
by eliminating the wagers on numbers and groups of numbers that have accumulated a negative expectation, due to the frequency of recent previous
spins. You are the only one that knows the secret of this system and you know that this system is unbeatable. In fact, the stack of chips
that you had in front of you when you initially sat down at the table is partially comprised of past winnings from casino play, using this
very system. And the winnings of course come form all those losers. The casino is just an intermediary; in fact, an insignificant party with
a passive involvement. Mathematically speaking, the casino doesn't even exist.
Two ours into the evening, you have added a few stacks of $100 chips to your mountain. This doesn't surprise you, but Jennifer may be surprised
if she could see you. By now Jennifer's spot has been replaced a few times, by other dealers. Right now her spot is being occupied by Ikumi,
as short, and extremely cute, Japanese girls with big eyes and full lips. Her cute little fingers are stacking those chips with great skill
and dexterity and you can tell she's done it before. You wonder what else she's done before with those fingers. Japanese girls are taught,
form a very early age, that it is very important to do whatever is necessary to please a man. You're gonna show Ikumi what a real man can
do to please her, when you get her into your hotel room. Should you do Ikumi or Jennifer? Hm, tough decision. But winners call their own shots,
so you decide that when faced with such a tough decision, the best thing to do is to make no decision at all. Both. That's right. You'll do
them both. Chick are into that sort of thing, these days, and you'll just agree to go along with it. And why the hell shouldn't you?
Your bet is now $1,600 according to Martingale. It is a bit nerve-racking to put down all that money on a single spin, but you know that you shouldn't
worry about mathematical fluctuations. If you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen, right? So, this is just part of the job.
The ball lands on red and your $1,600 black bet is lost. Your next bet is $3,200 and this time you really have to focus on the game. Were
any of your calculations wrong? Did you make a mistake in your math while you were thinking about Ikumi's panties? But still, you know next
bet should be on black, so there's really not much you can do. You place your $3,200 wager on black and Ikumi reaches for the ball. And right
then and there some fucking tourist puts down a stack of $20 bills on the layout and asks for chips.
Does this moron have to do this right now, when Ikumi is supposed to be spinning that ball? Ikumi was interrupted in the action of reaching for the ball and is now sorting out those $20 bills into neat piles. Some bills are face up and others are face down and some are oriented in one direction and others the other way. Why do croupiers have to put all the bills in order first? What difference could it possibly make? Just count the fucking cash and give him his chips.
Now Ikumi calls he pit boss to supervise the exchange. That's another thing that makes absolutely no sense. They have the eye in the sky.
Isn't that enough? The pit boss spots one banknote with a folded corner and pulls it out of the spread. Ah, give me a break! You really think
it makes a difference if you straighten that corner?
The next minute or two feel like an eternity. Your $3,200 wager is sitting on black, waiting for the ball to be spun. Your system depends
on the natural flow of the game and there cannot be these kinds of interruptions during a string of bets, especially not when you've progressed
to $3,200, after 5 losses. Now you don't even know any more if that $3,200 is still laying on a bet with a positive expectation. That black
bet was a positive expectation before they started counting all those small banknotes, but is it still a positive expectation? Right before
that douche-bag showed up you were playing a system. Now you're just gambling. Should you move that wager over to red? You could say that
in this amount of dead time the wheel could have been spun and the ball would have probably landed in black. So, what now? What does the statistical
analysis say that the next bet should be? You quickly do your calculation, based on statistical analysis of the situation and you are facing
an even bigger dilemma, because you see that the next bet should be on red. But by now they sorted out all those 20s and the douche-bag collected
his chips and Ikumi already spun the ball. They waited for that stupid moron and interrupted the game, and the natural flow, but they wouldn't
wait for you to sort out your statistical calculations. This is a great injustice. There goes all the math down the toilet. You are now only
left with your hunches, instincts and intuitions.
And you quickly pull your wager away from the betting area, and Ikumi says, "No more bets," as the ball loses momentum and begins its descent into the numbered well of the roulette wheel. And then you hear toc, toc, toc and the ball lands on 13 back. GOD DAMIT!
You should have left that bet on black. If that douche-bad hadn't interrupted the natural flow of thing you would have won that wager and you'd be ahead.
Faced with all those dilemmas, coupled with the most unfortunate timing, you made a decision to pull your wager at the most critical moment.
And you didn't lose, but you also didn't win. This was a very important bet. In fact, it further proves that your system is unbeatable. You
would have won that bet if you had left it there. You should have left it there. Would they still honor the bet if you explained that you
were just interrupted? They could still review the surveillance footage and see that your bet was in fact on black, up until a split second
before Ikumi called out, no more bets. You could have won. And now, because of some stupid douche-bag, you didn't. Of course, you know the
casino would never agree to pay your wager based on this explanation. In fact, to explain what had really happened you would have to give
away your secret. And you're not crazy to do that, just because of a $3,200 bet. You shouldn't be concerned with a small wager like that.,
anyway. In the grand scale of things, this $3,200 wager is insignificant. You could just think of it as nonexistent. It doesn't count.
This is the type of injustice that every smart professional gambler has to deal with sooner or later.