I don’t have a therapist who gets paid to listen to my whines, moans and complaints. For that, I have you, my indulgent readers. So, please indulge me, because this column is all about me.
Size counts. Bigger is better. The rich are different than you and me. Most intelligent people would scoff if they were told the above cliches were true. After all, bigger isn’t better when it comes to heart attacks. The large-size pimples on the teenager’s cheek aren’t more of a love enhancer than the small ones.
You’ve met this guy before. He’s cantankerous, witless, and loud. He knows everything about everything when it comes to casino games. He’s a self-made expert who knows more than all writers and mathematicians combined, and as he doubles on his thirteen against the dealer’s ten upcard, he scowls: “I know how to play from experience!”
When I first started my gaming career, my mother took me aside and said: “Be careful. The casinos will win in the end.” I asked her why and she replied: “Because the casinos are the casinos.” Now, she didn’t know about odds and edges, speed and number of decisions; she knew one thing: “The casinos will win in the end.”
The best bets in the casino are usually bets with dull sounding names, the common-sounding Bank bet (1.17 percent house edge) or the drab Player bet (1.36 percent house edge) at baccarat, and the pass (1.41 percent house edge), don't pass (1.40 percent house edge), come (1.41 percent house edge), don't come (1.4 percent house edge) and odds (no house edge) bets at craps.
