Alan, I know this won't help your quest to break your 120,000+ hand dry spell, but it'll give you hope. Here at our first stop at an RV park in Pahrump--where we're going to learn the RV ropes from friends and figure out all the incredible sophisticated gadgets in this beast--my wife sent me out to get a pizza a few nights ago. (Of course, there's a couple of local casinos here but I haven't been in them as yet because of all the work involved in learning how to set up & break camp). I went to a place called Wulfy's for the pizza, ordered it, then sat at a table to watch a baseball game while waiting.
The bar has maybe 30 vp machines but there were just 2 players. When the gal came out with my pizza I went up to the bar to pay her the 15 bucks but all I had was hundreds. So I told her to watch this: I put a hundred into a machine and said if I get down to $80 I'll give her a twenty, which meant a $5 tip. If I got it up to $125, I'd give her a $25 tip.
The game chosen was 50c 6/5 BP on a 25c/50c/$1 machine. I guess that's typical for these places. Two hands in I was dealt AhKhQhJh10d. She was really into this now and told me to hold the straight. After I giggled and explained the hand to her, the ol' fifth card flip-over popped up again and I had a $2k royal.
You know I don't ever tip handpays, and this one not only took 1-1/2 hours (because they had to send out to the owner for the cash) but they couldn't figure how to write up the W2G properly and I had to help. But I looked at this as a food stop. She even took my pizza back and had a new one cooked up when the cash arrived. The whole thing was because they weren't busy, I made a game out of paying for the pizza along with a tip, and the waitress told me she never really paid attention to the machines because she couldn't afford to gamble. I gave her $200.
I just glanced at some of the posts here about addiction and problem gambling and I had to snicker a bit. Watching grown men scramble around trying to avoid admitting they have a problem is par for the course in vp. How much brainpower does it take to know that if you play every day or every week for hours, then you're not only a video poker junkie--you're addicted to the game. The undeniable truth is the undeniable truth. I can't get why people are so afraid to just say it. I never had a problem telling the world about my problem in my book. But instead, here we have regular players putting all kinds of spin on it just to keep from utterring what must bear fearful words. Our own arci even made the mistake of moving to LV for 6-month stints just so he and the missus could be closer to the machines and get to sit at them every day, then took the beatdown after it didn't work out and scadaddled back up to the safety of Minnesota - where a quasi-control of the problem was in place. And it looks like Frank hates gambling but has to do it.
This entire thread could be part of a book on the multiple identities of denial. It's not that hard guys. How many of you can take a vacation to Hawaii and enjoy it, without employing denial-laced/feel-good statements like "Hawaii isn't my cup of tea" or "I don't like flying"? Face it--you can't stand the thought of a week or more of not being able to play, even though you can get your sort of virtual fix as a gambling forum addict. Every day I thank my lucky stars I was able to break the AP gambling curse years ago, and of course the rewards of that decision are being showered upon my wife & I today. But it all started with the ability to be honest with myself about my addiction to the game, and not constantly trying to hide behind a plethora of bad excuses and just poor rationale.