The Adventures of MDawg (in progress)

[coach belly]

I didn't know about the "working stiff" part of your story.

Slow your roll...he just made that up today.

He'll need time to clear the homoerotic imagery from his mind before he's able to embellish on his latest bullshit story.

It's been at least 25 years since it was working or stiff.

[blackhole]

And you are the proudest bitch of all time. Happy to be MDawgs bitch. Does he do it to you doggie style or do you just suck his dick?

Hey Mickey it’s time you realize your time has come and gone. You’re a has been from the past.

That big bad tough guy bullshit you constantly toss around here is completely played out. Just like any other compulsive gamblers bad habits, you just don’t know when to stop with your boring behavior. You’re no different than that person who people know, but will go extremely out of their way to avoid.

You keep regurgitating the same act. It’s so done.

Trust me Mick, not one of these losers on these sites that pretend to look up to you couldn’t care less if you drop dead. I’ll bet not one of them would send a nickel to make sure you had a decent burial.

Of course, your coming response is going to be the same ole, same ole. Just some more acid reflux.

It’s over Mickey, stop making a complete fool of yourself like you're still in high school. Oh wait, I'm sure you dropped out.

[wasilla]

Speaking for myself, the only professional gambler I've looked up to is Jean Scott. That was for reasons other than thinking she was getting rich. Mickey and I disagree on almost everything. I still believe what he says about himself. I will be sad if he dies before I do. I'm confident that he has his funeral costs covered. I asked him a question over something that was really none of my business. He can answer when and if he chooses to. If he starts writing things that don't add up to me, I'll become more skeptical. At this point I have no reason not to take him at his word.

[mickeycrimm]

What was I wrong about?

SS may be considered a benefit for those who contributed, but it's welfare for those who didn't.

Day laborers don't pay into SS or Medicare or Medicaid, which of these public assistance programs are you looting?

Day Laborers, that work thru the private labor companies pay all that. And day labor isn't the only thing I've done. I was a regular working stiff for 20 years. SS is not public assistance. Is Rob is on public assistance. You know you are to chickenshit to insult Rob.

I was wondering how you got enough years into SS to qualify for SS benefits. Do you mind sharing what you did for those 20 years? I didn't know about the "working stiff" part of your story.

I went to work at a very young age. At the age of 16 I sailed out of the Port of New Orleans with a job in the engine room. After that I went home, Forest, Mississippi, and worked for a cousin in his Welding/Machine Shop for a few years. I was a welder/fitter.

I went to Alaska in 1974 and started out as a janitor in the Juneau Airport. Jobs were hard to come by. Then I went to work as an office worker for the State of Alaska. In the early 80's I sold cars, furniture, mobile homes. By mid 80's I was bartending. In your neck of the woods I bartended at the Oasis in Anchorage in 85/86. It was on East Tudor Road just past Old Seward Highway. I wanted to bartend to meet the chicks as I was new single. Bartenders have an excuse to walk up to any girl in the joint and ask them what they want. It's a great ice breaker. I've also bartended in Juneau, Fairbanks, and Nenana

By the mid eighties I figured out that me being in a bar is like putting a bull in a china closet. I went to work in Fishing and Mining. I worked out of all the glory holes in Alaska, Valdez, Kodiak, Naknek, Dutch Harrbor. I spent the summer of 1989 high up in the Alaska Range working a placer mine.

I learned to work day labor when I was between jobs so I always had a little money on me no matter what.

I worked as a stevedore in Dutch Harbor, Alaska until 1992.It was on a trip south that I went into Las Vegas. It was just a last stop on my way back to Alaska. However, I didn't make it back to Alaska until 2017 when I went up and visited my mother and sisters in Juneau. I had fallen in with the gambling and had it in my head that I could figure out a way to beat it. I was almost 40 years old when I ran into the gambling. And I had gotten a letter that year from SS telling me I was eligible.

Those years, 1992 until 1996 some would say were pretty rough. About half the time I was living out of a sleeping bag and day pack. I learned to beat low limit poker, at least the Stud 8 or Better games, and grind out a little money at it. But I had bad habits. I'd make so much money then hit the bars chasing the booze and women until I got low enough I had to go hit the games again.

I was always playing on a low bankroll so if I ran rough I wound up back at the day Labor office. It took me about 4 years to learn not to piss the money off on stupid stuff. From Oct 1996 until my retirement from the road here in 2020 I've done pretty good for myself. It doesn't matter what others think. I have no complaints other than I wish I had the energy to continue to do it. I love the treasure hunt.

[mickeycrimm]

And you are the proudest bitch of all time. Happy to be MDawgs bitch. Does he do it to you doggie style or do you just suck his dick?

Hey Mickey it’s time you realize your time has come and gone. You’re a has been from the past.

That big bad tough guy bullshit you constantly toss around here is completely played out. Just like any other compulsive gamblers bad habits, you just don’t know when to stop with your boring behavior. You’re no different than that person who people know, but will go extremely out of their way to avoid.

You keep regurgitating the same act. It’s so done.

Trust me Mick, not one of these losers on these sites that pretend to look up to you couldn’t care less if you drop dead. I’ll bet not one of them would send a nickel to make sure you had a decent burial.

Of course, your coming response is going to be the same ole, same ole. Just some more acid reflux.

It’s over Mickey, stop making a complete fool of yourself like you're still in high school. Oh wait, I'm sure you dropped out.

My brother and sisters have a good laugh over me. They know I have deep pockets and think I should be spending more money than I do. My brother the other day told me I should buy an expensive watch. I told him "Why would I spend 10K on a watch when this $40 Timex keeps perfect time." That's just a waste of money. But what is not a waste of money, in my view, is the money I'm dumping to my family to get them through the caronapocalypse. They don't know it yet but they are my heirs. So I watch my spending so they will have something after I'm gone. I'm thinking about releasing 25% of what I intend to give them this year before I'm dead.

As for my own funeral it's cheap enough. About 3K to cremate, 10K to bury.

Yep, you're right, brokeassblackhole. I'm an old has been. It's been a fun ride. And I don't have to snivel about it being over like you do. Have fun sniveling, cockroach.

[wasilla]

Day Laborers, that work thru the private labor companies pay all that. And day labor isn't the only thing I've done. I was a regular working stiff for 20 years. SS is not public assistance. Is Rob is on public assistance. You know you are to chickenshit to insult Rob.

I was wondering how you got enough years into SS to qualify for SS benefits. Do you mind sharing what you did for those 20 years? I didn't know about the "working stiff" part of your story.

I went to work at a very young age. At the age of 16 I sailed out of the Port of New Orleans with a job in the engine room. After that I went home, Forest, Mississippi, and worked for a cousin in his Welding/Machine Shop for a few years. I was a welder/fitter.

I went to Alaska in 1974 and started out as a janitor in the Juneau Airport. Jobs were hard to come by. Then I went to work as an office worker for the State of Alaska. In the early 80's I sold cars, furniture, mobile homes. By mid 80's I was bartending. In your neck of the woods I bartended at the Oasis in Anchorage in 85/86. It was on East Tudor Road just past Old Seward Highway. I wanted to bartend to meet the chicks as I was new single. Bartenders have an excuse to walk up to any girl in the joint and ask them what they want. It's a great ice breaker. I've also bartended in Juneau, Fairbanks, and Nenana

By the mid eighties I figured out that me being in a bar is like putting a bull in a china closet. I went to work in Fishing and Mining. I worked out of all the glory holes in Alaska, Valdez, Kodiak, Naknek, Dutch Harrbor. I spent the summer of 1989 high up in the Alaska Range working a placer mine.

I learned to work day labor when I was between jobs so I always had a little money on me no matter what.

I worked as a stevedore in Dutch Harbor, Alaska until 1992.It was on a trip south that I went into Las Vegas. It was just a last stop on my way back to Alaska. However, I didn't make it back to Alaska until 2017 when I went up and visited my mother and sisters in Juneau. I had fallen in with the gambling and had it in my head that I could figure out a way to beat it. I was almost 40 years old when I ran into the gambling. And I had gotten a letter that year from SS telling me I was eligible.

Those years, 1992 until 1996 some would say were pretty rough. About half the time I was living out of a sleeping bag and day pack. I learned to beat low limit poker, at least the Stud 8 or Better games, and grind out a little money at it. But I had bad habits. I'd make so much money then hit the bars chasing the booze and women until I got low enough I had to go hit the games again.

I was always playing on a low bankroll so if I ran rough I wound up back at the day Labor office. It took me about 4 years to learn not to piss the money off on stupid stuff. From Oct 1996 until my retirement from the road here in 2020 I've done pretty good for myself. It doesn't matter what others think. I have no complaints other than I wish I had the energy to continue to do it. I love the treasure hunt.

You'd have a pretty good book here if you were looking for something do.

[MDawg]

M.Crimm claims he has done what he wanted to do, hat's off for that, but if he's so happy with the way things turned out then why is he trying to put down what others have done. Hmmm?

He asks about tips. He must've missed this installment in the MDawg saga:
Does tipping affect your bottom line:
Yes, of course, intrinsically, and yes, of course, it tilts the house advantage even more against you but...

When I play I have some kind of goal...sometimes it is to win just a grand, sometimes three, sometimes five, sometimes twenty. Sometimes the goal is simply, to win!

Along the way as I start pulling ahead I invariably toss chips alongside my bets for the dealers. If I win, they win. Generally I start off with red chips for them, then green and then, if I am really winning big, black chips. In the old days when I was winning table limit bets I would toss as much as a five hundred dollar chip alongside my table limit (in those days, fifteen grand) wager, for the dealer. And, as mentioned, even sometimes a yellow chip in play for the dealer.

Some casinos try to limit the side wager for the dealers, some severely (for example the Hard Rock Vegas under Peter Morton limited the dealer bets to a measly $25. - for reasons that are too lengthy to explain quickly, but had to do with celebrities who were tipping out too much).

The house doesn't like tips. Money won by the dealers is locked up and no longer in play. Obviously, dealers do like tips.

I am not a greedy person. When I am winning, everyone wins! the dealer, the cocktail waitress, and of course...me!

When I reach my goal, I just stop. Tipping along the way might minutely affect the length of time it takes to reach my goal, but does not affect how much I end up with in my pocket. When I stop at a goal of say three grand, I will not end up with $3400. because I failed to tip out along the way, I will end up with just three grand. The way I play, tipping does not affect my bottom line.

[MDawg]

Of course no one here posted any sort of response to the question I posed about the RFID chips evidently because no one here other than me has ever even touched a high denomination table game chip. Then again, it could also have to do with that the casinos don't want anyone to know all of the ins and outs of how, or if, these chips work!

[mickeycrimm]

M.Crimm claims he has done what he wanted to do, hat's off for that, but if he's so happy with the way things turned out then why is he trying to put down what others have done. Hmmm?

He asks about tips. He must've missed this installment in the MDawg saga:
Does tipping affect your bottom line:
Yes, of course, intrinsically, and yes, of course, it tilts the house advantage even more against you but...

When I play I have some kind of goal...sometimes it is to win just a grand, sometimes three, sometimes five, sometimes twenty. Sometimes the goal is simply, to win!

Along the way as I start pulling ahead I invariably toss chips alongside my bets for the dealers. If I win, they win. Generally I start off with red chips for them, then green and then, if I am really winning big, black chips. In the old days when I was winning table limit bets I would toss as much as a five hundred dollar chip alongside my table limit (in those days, fifteen grand) wager, for the dealer. And, as mentioned, even sometimes a yellow chip in play for the dealer.

Some casinos try to limit the side wager for the dealers, some severely (for example the Hard Rock Vegas under Peter Morton limited the dealer bets to a measly $25. - for reasons that are too lengthy to explain quickly, but had to do with celebrities who were tipping out too much).

The house doesn't like tips. Money won by the dealers is locked up and no longer in play. Obviously, dealers do like tips.

I am not a greedy person. When I am winning, everyone wins! the dealer, the cocktail waitress, and of course...me!

When I reach my goal, I just stop. Tipping along the way might minutely affect the length of time it takes to reach my goal, but does not affect how much I end up with in my pocket. When I stop at a goal of say three grand, I will not end up with $3400. because I failed to tip out along the way, I will end up with just three grand. The way I play, tipping does not affect my bottom line.

I'm not trying to put down what you are doing. I just know a little about odds. If it's 1 in 20 million that you won 40 sessions in a row then its 1 in 20 million that you will win your next 40 sessions. What is amazing is that you are playing a negative game but you know for a fact you will win your next 40 sessions.

I didn't ask about tips. I pointed out that your tippiing lowers the payacck a point or two. So instead of being at 99% you are at 97% or 98%. It doesn't matter what your goal is.

Again what is amazing is that when you get behind you always manage to come back and win. No one can do that but you.

The people that make these kind of claims are pretty weak in the math of gambling or they would learn to not make their claims so fantastic.

[redietz]

M.Crimm claims he has done what he wanted to do, hat's off for that, but if he's so happy with the way things turned out then why is he trying to put down what others have done. Hmmm?

He asks about tips. He must've missed this installment in the MDawg saga:
Does tipping affect your bottom line:
Yes, of course, intrinsically, and yes, of course, it tilts the house advantage even more against you but...

When I play I have some kind of goal...sometimes it is to win just a grand, sometimes three, sometimes five, sometimes twenty. Sometimes the goal is simply, to win!

Along the way as I start pulling ahead I invariably toss chips alongside my bets for the dealers. If I win, they win. Generally I start off with red chips for them, then green and then, if I am really winning big, black chips. In the old days when I was winning table limit bets I would toss as much as a five hundred dollar chip alongside my table limit (in those days, fifteen grand) wager, for the dealer. And, as mentioned, even sometimes a yellow chip in play for the dealer.

Some casinos try to limit the side wager for the dealers, some severely (for example the Hard Rock Vegas under Peter Morton limited the dealer bets to a measly $25. - for reasons that are too lengthy to explain quickly, but had to do with celebrities who were tipping out too much).

The house doesn't like tips. Money won by the dealers is locked up and no longer in play. Obviously, dealers do like tips.

I am not a greedy person. When I am winning, everyone wins! the dealer, the cocktail waitress, and of course...me!

When I reach my goal, I just stop. Tipping along the way might minutely affect the length of time it takes to reach my goal, but does not affect how much I end up with in my pocket. When I stop at a goal of say three grand, I will not end up with $3400. because I failed to tip out along the way, I will end up with just three grand. The way I play, tipping does not affect my bottom line.

I'm not trying to put down what you are doing. I just know a little about odds. If it's 1 in 20 million that you won 40 sessions in a row then its 1 in 20 million that you will win your next 40 sessions. What is amazing is that you are playing a negative game but you know for a fact you will win your next 40 sessions.

I didn't ask about tips. I pointed out that your tippiing lowers the payacck a point or two. So instead of being at 99% you are at 97% or 98%. It doesn't matter what your goal is.

Again what is amazing is that when you get behind you always manage to come back and win. No one can do that but you.

The people that make these kind of claims are pretty weak in the math of gambling or they would learn to not make their claims so fantastic.

Yeah, but mickey, the ribs gotta add 17%. Maybe 17.5.

[MDawg]

That one in twenty million is about as accurate as your calculating what you made pushing buttons as anything above minimum wage.

But, repeat something enough times and some might believe your statistics.

In any case, Yes I agree that the house edge changes slightly when tipping, but you're a number crunching million time in a row button pushing grinder. The edge matters to you it's all that matters you never expect to make more than whatever you think your edge is as you flat bet all the way. Last night I was talking on the phone with a friend, a fellow high roller, and we chuckled about how few understand how high rollers play: we could be playing a toin coss with NO house edge and it wouldn't affect more than minutely whether we walked at the end with a lot or nothing. Also, non-Baccarat players will never understand that a deck set in the shoe is different from say, a series of dice rolls or roulette spins. Trying to explain any of this truly is like trying to explain what chocolate tastes like to someone who has never seen it.

As far as my luck or whatever it is that has blessed me with a lifetime win at BJ and Baccarat, what can I say? I recall one Baccarat session years ago where the pit boss interrupted me with a "Don't you ever lose?" I paused, but just for a moment, and then went back to what I do best.

[BoSox]

MDawg, for someone who always has a lot to say, in all actuality has very little to say, and nothing worth remembering.

[MDawg]

Which is why his threads are the #1 in popularity and length on all the gambling forums, and people like Botox keep posting in his threads and commenting on the minutest details of his posts.

[AndrewG]

Mdawg I can answer your questions about RFID chips. The RFID system is even used in lowly (by your standards) $100 chips.

The scanner is part of the cashier's workspace. No chip needs to be specially scanned. If there's a problem you'll hear about it.

RFID chips in theory were to be tracked from the moment of purchase to the point of redemption. But in reality as soon as you lose an RFID chip that was bet the chain of ownership and tracking is gone.

RFID was designed as a means to both authenticate chips and as a means to more accurately record player bets for ratings. The original companies had devices to read the RFID chips in player positions at blackjack tables and they claimed they could even create RFID chip tracking positions at craps tables with multiple bets in one betting box... but it never happened.

Serial numbers on high value chips only prove authenticity and can't be used to track ownership because you never know if the chip you lost is the same chip you won back later.

[redietz]

MDawg, for someone who always has a lot to say, in all actuality has very little to say, and nothing worth remembering.

Like I said, MDawg for President! Doesn't he remind you of somebody?

[BoSox]

Which is why his threads are the #1 in popularity and length on all the gambling forums, and people like Botox keep posting in his threads and commenting on the minutest details of his posts.

Not hard to explain this popularity of yours, people are always looking for a magically easy way of getting wealthy. I know, who the fuck wants to hear about real stories that you have to work your balls off constantly improving your skills while grinding away to obtain any kind of small edges? You come along with your tales and appear to be the Messiah of Socialism for gambling.

[MDawg]

Thanks! AndrewG.

What's interesting is that the first article from 2011, about the Bellagio robbery of the chips stated that all the stolen chips had been RFID deactivated. That the caper had been "foiled" due to RFID.
https://singularityhub.com/2011/02/1...to-rfid-chips/

But the article from 2016,
https://www.rollingstone.com/culture...t-away-105349/
years after the robbery, outlines how the guy got away with cashing all but the $25,000. chips. That subsequent article does not mention RFID whatsoever and makes it seem more like Bellagio just became hyper vigilant and started looking out for chips post-robbery, which, obviously didn't work out too well for the casino in that the robber was able to cash a half million of the $1.5M that he stole. (BUT: he did gamble even these half million in chips all away, so the casino got it all back...one way or another.)

I suppose we could just assume that the 2011, article was based on misinformation or conjecture, or maybe put out there by the casino industry to deter would be chip thieves.

I am aware of some people who recently got busted for possession of thousands upon thousands of $5. counterfeit chips. In their case they weren't even discovered at the casino - they were pulled over for a DWI type check, and the chips found in the trunk. The cops didn't even know that the chips were counterfeit but suspected something in that fifteen THOUSAND dollars of $5. chips seemed suspect.

[redietz]

C'mon, BoSox -- MDawg always wins. He's always right (at least about "a lot of things"). He doesn't dwell too long on stats. I'd have to rank his gambling excursions as at least a 9 out of 10 every time. He eats a lot. He has a hot wife. He doesn't worry about trends or probability or what the experts say. He goes on instinct. And he likes to hold forth in public forums explaining the aforementioned.

Plus, we're never gonna see his taxes.

Now, doesn't he remind you of anybody?

MDawg for President, baby!!!

[BoSox]

C'mon, BoSox -- MDawg always wins. He's always right (at least about "a lot of things"). He doesn't dwell too long on stats. I'd have to rank his gambling excursions as at least a 9 out of 10 every time. He eats a lot. He has a hot wife. He doesn't worry about trends or probability or what the experts say. He goes on instinct. And he likes to hold forth in public forums explaining the aforementioned.

Plus, we're never gonna see his taxes.

Now, doesn't he remind you of anybody?

MDawg for President, baby!!!

redietz, I know why you are following MDawg's thread, and you will not be happy until you see him start posting enticing pictures of his wife, which would make you forget about the plate of ribs. But, if he starts posting pictures of her also eating those ribs you are going to need a paramedic. Yes, no doubt about it his stories often remind me of Mr. Singer's style of writing, and stories.

[MDawg]

No, President wise, I'm more like George Washington. I cannot tell a lie! I just report the trip reports as they happen, session by session. Interesting how my win/loss statement for 2020, which didn't even exist yet at the time I posted the trip report, later corroborated the exact win? Well, not so interesting - in that the truth is much easier to report and keep track of than lies.

Hate to shatter your egos,

but I'm just telling it like it is.