Fire in the Hole!!!
So last night I went to Mohegan Sun with NU Senior Week. I did alright for most of the night, hovering about 20 bucks over even, but I couldn't roll to save my life. I must have rolled 5 times and sevened out within 3 rolls everytime. Then 11:30 hit, and all started to go down hill. I dropped about 75 bucks by 12:15 when the dice came back to me. I decided I'd put the rest down, hope to get closer back to even again and call it a night.
That's when I started the roll to end all rolls. It started innocent enough; I hit a hard 8 point, then a long 5 point, and a 6 point. Now, at Mohegan, they have what's called a fire bet. You put money down when a shooter starts, and if they hit 4 individual points, it pays 25 for 1. Five individual points is 250 for 1. Six individual points is that enticing yet improbable 1000 for 1. We had started a tradition of whenever someone we came with was rolling we throw a dollar down on the fire bet each. You know, just in case. So anyway, I'm now rolling for a four alarm fire. Two guys at the other end had put down 5 bucks on the fire bet, so they're starting to get antsy as well.
I should also note that it's now about 12:30 and our bus leaves at 1 o'clock (though we are supposed to be back to the bus at 12:45). So I'm continually yelling at the dealers to get me the dice. Nick (I think) decided that ever time I throw for the fire bet I had to yell out "Fire in the Hole!!!" any time I was trying to hit a fire point. High fun.
Anyway, my come out roll for the 4th point was a 9. Another 9, and we have a four alarm fire. Fire in the Hole!!! Took me only a few roles. We're now in a four alarm fire. The guy next to Nick, who wasn't on the fire bet but probably had already swung up a grand or two, tipped me 25 bucks. The entire table is starting to go nuts, 3 pit bosses start watching and they ended up shutting down the table behind us early because everyone came to our table. Seriously, I think everyone still at the casino came to our table, which at 12:30 on a Wednesday morning was about 20 people.
I think I've once seen a four alarm fire pay out. I have never seen a 5 or 6 alarm fire. I need to hit either the 4 or 10 point for 250 bucks. I'm into it now like you wouldn't believe. I told the table I'm feeling the 10, which the guy at the other end of the table was calling "Flower Tops". Keeping my ego in check, the come out roll for my fifth point was not a 10. But it was a 4. Fire in the Hole!
I hit the 4. The table goes ballistic. Two guys at the end of the table now have $1,250 from their five dollar bet. Me, Nick, and Josh are, to say the least, up for the night.
Now, however, it's quarter to 1. We're supposed to be at the bus, well, now. And we haven't done a color change and cashed out. Of course there's no way in hell we're leaving. We start figuring on hotel rooms, cabs and later busses back to Boston. Hell if we hit that 6th point we could take a limo back to the city. Josh said "If you guys take a limo back I might come with you!" (he was going back to his place in CT afterwards).
At this point the dealers are having trouble keeping all the bets straight, compounded by the fact that the middle dealer was new and had no idea what she was doing. Further compounding their troubles is the fact that everyone is screaming, especially me ("Gimme 'dem bones!!!"). Every so often the dealers would put chips in front of me like I just won something. I know I had been rolling for a while, but I hadn't remembered putting anything on the hard ways, so either they were messing up or people were placing bets for me to keep me rolling. Fine by me, I like money.
Back to the table. People are itching to get in on this hot table, doing things that you normally don't. I'm dehydrated and ready to pass out from yelling so much, but I wasn't going anywhere. Guy at the end of the table is screaming "Think flower tops kid, Fifty-Five!" Come out roll for my sixth point is a six. Not a problem. I still win money for hitting points, and I was bound to double up on something. I throw a bunch of numbers, dealers keep giving me that phantom money that comes from who knows what bet. I hit the 6 point, no problem. Go figure, next come out roll is another 6, and I hit that one too. I've now hit 7 points.
All stories must come to an end. At 12:50 on my 8th point attempt I sevened out while trying to hit another 8 point. A briefly dejected table quickly came back with a rousing applause. I ended up winning $400 on my own roll in about half an hour, and I did the worst between me, Josh, and Nick. Total winnings on the night came to about $330. We didn't have time for a color change, so Nick and I took our giant stacks of 1's and 5's straight to the chip counter to cash out.
We ran back to the bus, and made it as the last two on with about 2 minutes to spare. We overheard a couple of drunk guys in the back of the bus talking about how they got to 3 points which almost pays the fire bet.
Nick and I looked at each other and just laughed.
That's when I started the roll to end all rolls. It started innocent enough; I hit a hard 8 point, then a long 5 point, and a 6 point. Now, at Mohegan, they have what's called a fire bet. You put money down when a shooter starts, and if they hit 4 individual points, it pays 25 for 1. Five individual points is 250 for 1. Six individual points is that enticing yet improbable 1000 for 1. We had started a tradition of whenever someone we came with was rolling we throw a dollar down on the fire bet each. You know, just in case. So anyway, I'm now rolling for a four alarm fire. Two guys at the other end had put down 5 bucks on the fire bet, so they're starting to get antsy as well.
I should also note that it's now about 12:30 and our bus leaves at 1 o'clock (though we are supposed to be back to the bus at 12:45). So I'm continually yelling at the dealers to get me the dice. Nick (I think) decided that ever time I throw for the fire bet I had to yell out "Fire in the Hole!!!" any time I was trying to hit a fire point. High fun.
Anyway, my come out roll for the 4th point was a 9. Another 9, and we have a four alarm fire. Fire in the Hole!!! Took me only a few roles. We're now in a four alarm fire. The guy next to Nick, who wasn't on the fire bet but probably had already swung up a grand or two, tipped me 25 bucks. The entire table is starting to go nuts, 3 pit bosses start watching and they ended up shutting down the table behind us early because everyone came to our table. Seriously, I think everyone still at the casino came to our table, which at 12:30 on a Wednesday morning was about 20 people.
I think I've once seen a four alarm fire pay out. I have never seen a 5 or 6 alarm fire. I need to hit either the 4 or 10 point for 250 bucks. I'm into it now like you wouldn't believe. I told the table I'm feeling the 10, which the guy at the other end of the table was calling "Flower Tops". Keeping my ego in check, the come out roll for my fifth point was not a 10. But it was a 4. Fire in the Hole!
I hit the 4. The table goes ballistic. Two guys at the end of the table now have $1,250 from their five dollar bet. Me, Nick, and Josh are, to say the least, up for the night.
Now, however, it's quarter to 1. We're supposed to be at the bus, well, now. And we haven't done a color change and cashed out. Of course there's no way in hell we're leaving. We start figuring on hotel rooms, cabs and later busses back to Boston. Hell if we hit that 6th point we could take a limo back to the city. Josh said "If you guys take a limo back I might come with you!" (he was going back to his place in CT afterwards).
At this point the dealers are having trouble keeping all the bets straight, compounded by the fact that the middle dealer was new and had no idea what she was doing. Further compounding their troubles is the fact that everyone is screaming, especially me ("Gimme 'dem bones!!!"). Every so often the dealers would put chips in front of me like I just won something. I know I had been rolling for a while, but I hadn't remembered putting anything on the hard ways, so either they were messing up or people were placing bets for me to keep me rolling. Fine by me, I like money.
Back to the table. People are itching to get in on this hot table, doing things that you normally don't. I'm dehydrated and ready to pass out from yelling so much, but I wasn't going anywhere. Guy at the end of the table is screaming "Think flower tops kid, Fifty-Five!" Come out roll for my sixth point is a six. Not a problem. I still win money for hitting points, and I was bound to double up on something. I throw a bunch of numbers, dealers keep giving me that phantom money that comes from who knows what bet. I hit the 6 point, no problem. Go figure, next come out roll is another 6, and I hit that one too. I've now hit 7 points.
All stories must come to an end. At 12:50 on my 8th point attempt I sevened out while trying to hit another 8 point. A briefly dejected table quickly came back with a rousing applause. I ended up winning $400 on my own roll in about half an hour, and I did the worst between me, Josh, and Nick. Total winnings on the night came to about $330. We didn't have time for a color change, so Nick and I took our giant stacks of 1's and 5's straight to the chip counter to cash out.
We ran back to the bus, and made it as the last two on with about 2 minutes to spare. We overheard a couple of drunk guys in the back of the bus talking about how they got to 3 points which almost pays the fire bet.
Nick and I looked at each other and just laughed.
posted by Mike Oliver at 11:11 AM
1 Comments:
Between "Believin' in Steven," "Mr. Roger's Neighborhood," and "Fire in the hole!!!!!" it was a great night! I still feel like a jerk for forgetting about the waitress, though...lol.
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