Total amazement, how 4 on this board claim to know everything about everyone member here.  At least 3 of the 4 claim I have lost millions of dollars and numerous other things while gambling.  They say it with conviction, knowledge, supposedly witnessing it, etc., etc. 

I have won lots of money in the past 3 plus decades and I have lost plenty of buy-in's as well.  It doesn't matter the total figure, either way.  I put it on my little son's life, I have never kept records more than an occasional W-2G from gambling wins (due to a few slot machine once in a while) or an occasional years 'Win=Loss' from a casino for tax purposes.  I have no cumulative figures or records, none.

It doesn't matter to me, I don't gamble for a living and I have no desire or time to maintain records.  I have enough problem doing that in the business world, where I have to.  It doesn't mean anything to me.

But like I said, 3 of the 4 members on this board will come on, write something and with 1,000,000% conviction attempt to degrade, humiliate and chastise myself.  Pretty much they are jealous, bored out of their own worthless and pitiful life's or they have nothing constructive whatsoever to write about.

I have said it before, a simple fix for those four would be just to simply skip what I write, post or blog about.  In my everyday life I do the same thing, we all do in some fashion or form anyways.  We don't answer a call, we don't return an email, we throw away some letters or advertisements without opening when the mail comes, we skip a TV channel, we don't buy a book because the author is a jerk-off, etc., and so on.  So these four members hate me so much with pure vengeance, the simple answer for their satisfaction would be to skip anything to do with myself.  But they don't and won't.  Sorry, not made up, that is a real and factual event around here.  LOL, to the max!

What makes these four people hell bent and take their valuable time out of their day to concoct, twist, turn, and partially fabricate their stories with such conviction and energy?  Out of my heart, I feel sorry for them, seriously. 

I cannot understand why people will continually devote their valuable time, resources and their self-admitted extreme knowledge and wisdom to topics they don't enjoy and/or find interesting, or likewise-the OP's author and stances. 

To me, life is just too short.  If I don't like the person or agree or find some reason for common ground-I rather just skip it or go the other way.  Especially on a message board such as this.

I truly get a better picture of the signs hanging in the physical world now, such as 'No Trespassing', 'Private-Stay Out' and 'Do Not Disturb'.  More so than before, I wholeheartedly understand those people hanging them now. 

Back a bit ago I used to be partners in a strip-bar in New Jersey.  Countless times I witnessed and saw almost each and every one coming.  Those that got sucker punched or had a glass pitcher whacked on the side of their heads by the people they butted into the conversation with and just couldn't take the advise giving to them, 'walk away'.

What ever happened to the old saying, "If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all"

Like someone going to great lengths to find a word a poster uses and then completely arbitrarily post something along the following, "Hey so and so, don't you know the word 'XYZ' is really supposed to be 'ABC', gheez what a dummy".  Kicker is: The word the poster attempting to belittle the OP about was actually used in the correct context!

Kind of reminds me about driving down the interstate between 75-80 mph just a tad bit above the speed limit.  The car behind, flashing its high beam lights and right up on my bumper.  Not a sole around.  Finally the car passes.  Gets back over in front of me.  About 2 miles down the road the car drops to 70 mph. 

I was standing outside in front of my house the other night.  Just got home, checked the mail and put garbage out for the following morning, etc.  The next door neighbor, whom is an elderly gentleman and not the favorite guy on the block---was outside side trying to start his lawn mower.  He is about a third paralyzed from when he was in the military and my other neighbors for some reason really don't much like him.  I had no problems with the guy since I have been living next to him.  I took his lawn mower from him, started it and mowed his lawn.  It is not huge and took about 20 min's from start to finish anyways.  When I finished, I saw two other neighbors standing there eyeballing me and talking amongst themselves.  Yeah right, whatever. 

The list goes on................

Something I don't understand.  Maybe never will.  Shy of anything mandated in school or a technical or college course, why would someone become upset and vengeful against an author?  Be it a book or even posting in a Blog on something as 'voluntary' and 'not mandated' reading, such as this forum?

It appears that another person on this board is so outraged at me, he feels the need to explain himself and vindicate his blasts, reasoning's, experience and hatred towards me.  Fine, all good.  In my heart, I still wish him the best of luck in his huge plays, tireless long repetitive hours, each and every day, while he plays his tens of thousands of shoes a year. 

I have stopped writing on here for a while for various reasons and one of them was the outright disrespect by others.  But hey, I still listen to my father that past away a while ago, something along the simple lines of, "If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything".  Although I am not perfect, I try to do that. 

If someone posts something on another thread and I really don't like it or really don't agree, I try not to get myself furious and worked up over it to ruin my day, which apparently happened to the other person on here.  However, someone that repeatedly comes into my 'room' and attempts to blast and berate and chastise, I rather they just stay away.  I rather not get involved with that person.  One would honestly think, if what I write is so upsetting to them, they would not even come by here?  But obviously not.

As far as coming back on here, Vic asked me too as well as several other members.  As far as memories, yes--a bit of my anecdotes, analogies and humor is derived from those and as well, cherished in certain ways.  Do I have a golden monkey, yes, absolutely!  I write what I have done, I write my thoughts and opinions based upon my experiences and actual play.  I write about locals and things and not the super technical about some kind of bet selection process based upon the test of 1,000,000 shoes dealt within a computer program and then inventing some 30 or greater progression to attempt to stay in the game while on horrible losing streaks. 

I was around the baccarat scene long before the movement of today with the Midi/Macau style tables and score boards and it was a much better game with lots more winners than today. I guess what I am trying to say, at least personally, I myself rather engage and talk to the trucker at the truck stop that has been driving since the 80's rather than the gentlemen that just started three years ago.  Time is valuable and nothing against the newbie whatsoever, just personally I like numerous experienced viewpoints rather than  hearing the mundane, 'he said and she said and I know everything' type of conversation.   

You know when I go to Vegas, I enjoy talking to the floor people at Caesar's Palace that has been working in Vegas since the 70's and 80's rather then the guy over at Aria that just graduated from college ad is trying to save up by dealing table games so he can open his computer store somewhere.  I rather speak to the 50 to 70 year old crowd playing at the tables and learn about some off strip wonderful family restaurant rather then the couple on a honeymoon at Cosmopolitan and hear about them eating at some unintelligent celebrity chef restaurant with overpriced food swimming in sauce where they had to wait 3 hours in line to get in so they could be rushed out. 

Libraries are full of books, if someone has such a burning desire that he has to read everything within the room, he will certainly find product that is not his liking and disagrees with, how one handles that is certainly reflective upon his person. I don't get into science fiction and certain other areas---so I just skip those books because I already know I will not enjoy them. 

One other thing, I have always-always-always had a career or owned a business.  I am proud of that and not that I envy or wish to be a full time professional (whatever professional really means in this case) gambler, I am not.  I run a business through my own choosing and gamble for various other reasons when I feel like.   I can only assume if you are a full-time 'professional' gambler when you read things on these boards you would be more apt to take them to heart and find no humor, entertainment or 'food for thought' from what you read.  Your mind frame would be only, looking for that holy grail and new avenues to finally beat the casino during those tens of thousands of hours you invest into your professional and technical work, sitting and waiting, within the casino.  I can only imagine the mind frame of a full time professional gambler.  Maybe, just maybe(?)< I got my answer as to why the flip flop and the chastising and rage.  A possible bad couple of days?  A bad week?  Lost everything?  I really would have to believe that or something along those lines as I have become the proverbial whipping boy for such a man of honor, accomplishment and misunderstood achievement. Think about it for a second, someone actually sits, looking at other players and all the while degrading and belittling them as worthless gamblers never learning the game or their own self worth.  Then at the end of this 'professional gamblers' day he retreats to his home and continues the berating and humiliating on his computer over the internet.  According to his own admissions, he has found the key to beating the casino at baccarat which is basically playing twenty or better shoes each and every day adding to the low count of 50,000 plus shoes he has already profitably played. The story goes on....and on.....and on....., let me take a break here I have to go take a walk outside the office to laugh rather hard. 

But, back to my original point.  If I pick up a book and skim through it and don't like for some reason, I don't buy it.  If I bought that book and start reading it and find it repulsive, untrue or perhaps a poor work of fiction that I am not entertained by, I put it down and move on.  I don't go picket the store or the authors hangout.  If someone comes in my room or on another thread and challenges me based on what he states is the absolute truth and I know it to be false or so unbelievable, I might or might not say something.  In the case that brought all this about, I believe the person truly enjoys picking a fight and trying to squash someone, when there is really no point whatsoever to the fight. 

We were playing back in July and the dealer with his unintelligent shenanigans got us really pissed.  Hey, when your Italian and from the Bronx, getting chastised by a 20 something year old dealer that doesn't even know the rules of the game----oh well, some will understand it and most won't.  Hell, I reached over and picked up the shoe and throw it in the middle of the pit.  Everyone clapped and high fived, it was worth it.  Yes, of course the floor person jumped up and down and screamed, literally for security and came over and stood over me in my face.  Called him a punk fag and grabbed my crotch (god it felt like I was back in the Bronx)!  30 days time out. LOL, another one for the books. 

I don't do the whole social media game.  But gotta love this story about it.  A Bail Bonds Fugitive Recovery Company posts a wanted poster of a black male who is wanted for drug charges and skips bond.  Okay the bounty hunter (probably watching too much Dog The Bounty Hunter) bangs on the door of an address in Phoenix, Arizona that was supposed to be where the fugitive was hiding out.  The tip came into the bail bonds company through its advertisement on its Facebook Page.  Now, the only problem is the address the bounty hunter and his 10 person posse went to......was the Chief of Police of Phoenix's Police Dept.!!!  And to boot he is white.  Comes outside his house after the bounty hunter bangs on the door, etc.  They all wind up going to jail plus the bounty hunter is a felon as well.  I wish there was a video of that one.  Got to love it, call up the bond company and give them the chief of police home address. 

Quote from: Bayes on October 24, 2014, 11:24:08 AM


>>>>>>1) However, this objectivity is more apparent than actual. The definition of probability on this view is "The relative frequency of occurrence of an event after an infinite number of similar trials has occurred".


>>>>>>2)The second problem with relative frequencies is that they cannot apply to unique events.

Okay, I do read your 'stuff'.  But here.  Any system would have to have a 'trigger' NO?  And, any systems would have to have that trigger based on something, NO?  Which would have to be past events?? NO?  Although I am no Dr. Spock or Eisenstein, you are basing your decisions on past performance and what has happened.  Although, I will give you, that the other sides or possible numbers have to eventually come up, you are still predicating and that is without certainty.  And that is my point.  No better than 21 year old pimple face Joey from California blowing his $250.00 birthday present his daddy gave him. 

Next, someone will tell me there is absolute truth to Gypsy Fortune Tellers.   [smiley]aes/thinking.png[/smiley]

Within a post of the board--someone touched upon the game of Baccarat coming to Vegas from Cuba to the Sands Casino and Resort.  Well true and as the say-"Here's the rest of the story"........

I remember reading about that in the book, 'Fly on the Wall' by Dick Odessky.  Great book on history of Vegas and pretty easy reading for most.  Highly recommend it.  (however, there is no game strategy and systems to beat all the games so you might not be interested!)

Credit for the following to the author as cited above.

....."Baccarat and its direct ancestor chemin de fer were unknown in Las Vegas until 1953, when a Broadway actress made her nightclub debut at the Sands Hotel shortly after it opened.  A world traveler and gambler who'd fallen in love with baccarat in European casinos, Tallulah Bankhead was upset when she couldn't find the game offered anywhere in Las Vegas.

Between and after her shows at the Sands, she'd usually walk next door to Luigi's Restaurant to relax,  There was only problem: Luigi's had no casino.  Tallulah continuously badgered Luigi to open a few tables at which she could play--especially a baccarat table. 

When Talullah was angry, the world knew about it.  Her voice could be best described as a loud rusty foghorn.  Luigi and his family determined that it would be easier to bring the game and go into the gambling business than to offend the first lady of Broadway and her many friends, who had also become excellent customers.  Back then, about all it took to get a gambling license was filling out some forms and presenting a couple of people in town who would vouch for your honesty.

Thus, when Talullah returned for her repeat appearance at the Sands later in the year, a baccarat table had been installed in Luigi's lounge area.  True to her word, Talulluh played there, at very high stakes, every night.  Her fans and admires took to the game as well.

One of Bankhead's closest friends was actress Marlene Dietrich, who lived in Beverly Hill's and came to Las Vegas during Bankhead's appearances. (She eventually signed her own contract to headline in the resort showrooms.)  Dietrich, too, was a baccarat player.  Both women were at the height of their fame and Luigi's suddenly became the favorite watering hole for many high rollers, who enjoyed being in the company of the two famous actresses.

The Sands, whose bodies were always alert for an emerging high-roller trend, opened its own baccarat table.  As operators of the first casino to deal the game, the bosses forever patted themselves on the back for "discovering" it.".......................