Originally Posted by
MDawg
I've gotten to know many players with million dollar lines, and played with players who brought more than a million to the table. Some big Baccarat players like to play in the back all alone, and others prefer to play on the regular tables. A good friend of mine has (or rather had, he finally had to move out mid-March when they closed shop) spent most of the past two years at Wynn/Encore in a suite, gambling every single day.
All players want to win and nobody likes to lose, but some are there more for the show than others. For example the fat guy I mentioned above, the one who would crumple up the Baccarat cards and throw them at the dealer when he lost, all the while cursing in another language - this guy was much more into the show than the rest of us at the table, with his stupid aftermarket diamond encrusted Rolex and his stacks of yellow chips. At one point when he was playing I noticed this other player at the far end of the table, an Asian guy, wearing nothing but a cheap plastic band watch and the typically understated (shabby) clothes most of these older Asian men wear, quietly betting significant amounts and doing quite well, much better than the fat guy.
I pointed at the Asian guy and declared, "He's trying to win more than _______!"
_______ turned and looked at the Asian guy in disbelief, as if he were seeing him for the first time, and shouted, "No one wins more than ______!"
Another time, and this was years ago, this guy from a certain country who must've had at least a five million line was betting $160,000. a hand against a run, and this other guy from the same country at the other end of the Grand Baccarat table was putting down a lousy single black chip every bet, against him. It was all about ego and testosterone as the rich guy dumped about two million right in front me because he wanted to prove that he was right and he refused to switch to the other side.
I lost out too while all that was happening, because I didn't want to seem like the dick who was betting against him too, but eventually I jumped in and put something, not nearly enough, on the right side, and at least caught about half of the run.
You see, such an event is clear as day while it is happening but try to explain it to a non-believer who has never played Baccarat and he will just say that there was no streak it was all imaginary. Imaginary, my ass, tell that to the guy who lost two million. And that's the point. When you tell such a story, the point of the story is simply...the point of the story. These bozos turn it all into a statement about how to bet the game of Baccarat. I'm just relating what happened, but they get all bent out of shape trying to add unneeded commentary to try to explicate a factual event that needs no explanation. These armchair quarterbacks are the same guys who would freeze up at the blackjack table while winning hand after winning hand passes them by, and they sit rigid, thinking that they should bet more, but unable to do so out of fear that the streak will end when they press the bet.
And of course now someone who has never lived it may come in with some comment about how, "It doesn't work that way, the way it works is ______."