I pretty much just had the most pressure ever put on me in my life. Last night I was shooting Craps at the Aria casino in Vegas...and my first 3 rounds shooting were phenomenal...the entire table completely warmed up to me. The table was filled with all kinds of people. There was an african american fellow, who I nicknamed "Reggie Miller," bc he was such a solid shooter yesterday. However I was a pretty sharp shooter myself. Without embellishing...I must have held the dice for a good half hour each of my first 3 times with the dice (there are 6 ways to roll a 7 and lose...so I typically think that if you roll the dice 7+ times you are doing ok. I threw at a minimum of 20 times per session...and got to an estimated 50 on my final session).
Then comes this huge high roller...the guy cashes in for the equivalent to the entire value of my house. He is betting nearly my 6 months salary on each hand. The guy is just owning the place with his presence and his pull with the dealers. He was telling girls how ugly they were (despite looking like a thicker/younger version of Bill Gates), he also prevented like 3 people from joining our table when I was shooting bc the table was so hot.
It was crazy...well I am up to shoot again for the 4th time...and I had been rolling for at least a half an hour, the entire table is just loving me and giving me energy as I have been rolling so hot. The high roller for some reason adopts me as his own at the table, yet was looking down on the others at the table. I roll a 6 to establish a point (fairly easy number to win on)...the high roller started betting on my behalf to hit crazy difficult combinations. He laid a 100 dollar bet...and with each successive roll he would add another 100 to bet on my behalf, the dealers behalf, and for himself. At one point...there was 800 dollars on the table *not including the 25k he had elsewhere on the table*, that he laid down for just myself to win (800 for the dealers and 800 for himself as well). A successful roll would have yielded wins of 6000 or 2000. The pressure that was being put on me was enormous.
I was feeling confident (too much ketel one and the table had been pumping me up for nearly an hour at this point) that I was going to hit my mark as I have been nailing 6s like Rudy nails his 3s. The table was electric and people from all over the casino had crowded around my table just to watch and try to get in the action (yet the high roller would signal to the dealers that no one was allowed join us). With that much pressure put on me, I ended up rolling a 7 and didnt hit my point (I rolled my point 7 times previously in this same session).
I am sitting here 5 hrs later on very little sleep just reliving that moment, and wondering what if? Either way it was possibly the most fun and the most pressure ever put on me in my life.
Well I told my story...do you guys have any big pressure stories that you have to share?