Sunday morning drive. Cold spell. No wind in the hair. Stopped in Sylva for lunch. Snow on the ground, salt on the sidewalks. Brings back memories of childhood. My feet crunch through the salt, I hop over the puddles. When is spring going to get here for real? Stopped at Maggie Valley Rock Shop. All the outdoor rocks in plastic baskets fascinate me. I mean there's thousands and thousands of rocks that stay outside all the time. How do they keep them secure? I buy a couple of rocks, but nothing really jumps out at me. Nothing in my palm that screams, "You must have me in your life." Eight tables going, I circle a couple of times but nothing stands out. I'm not feeling it. I do housekeeping: pick up my winnings from sportsbook, print vouchers. One doesn't print. Talk to Total Rewards lady. She says I have to "activate the voucher on app." That's new. I have to download the app. Blah, blah, blah. I go back to kiosk. Still no voucher. I go back to same lady. My "this is bullshit" feeling is rising. She says it's slots only, I have to put my card in machine. I tell her I don't play slots. She shrugs. I roll my eyes. That voucher is worthless to me, I am terrible at slots. I go by the crapomatic machine (bubble craps). It has a placard that it doesn't accept free play. Of course. I decide I'll play the slot free play later. I go back to the craps tables and slide into a spot with a crew I like. Andy, TJ, TJ and Chris. The energy is all over the place. Cold table. I look around, seems like all the tables are cold. This is a thing (not a good thing) at Cherokee. It will go terribly cold across the whole room for hours and hours. And there's nowhere to go to break the spell. I reduce to my minimums and try to play through it. Mistake. I dump 2k. Move tables. Dump another thousand. I go check into my room. Sunday is super busy as the week-long people are all waiting to check in. Thankfully the seven star line is empty. I get my room number and go back to the casino without going up. I need to let some time pass, but I'm not hungry and it's cold as fuck outside. I settle on browsing through the Calloway store, chat with the store clerk about Sequioa. It's closed due to snow. I'm supposed to play next Saturday. Hope it warms up. I have a coffee and walk to the new tower, sit by the fireplace for a spell. Clear my mind. The new lobby is all white and rather striking. Has a big rock sculpture. Great stone fireplace. I really like it. But it's a hell of a hike from the casino and three other towers. I have a nice conversation with a couple from Atlanta. I've pushed my early foibles back into the dark recesses. Time to go back to work. There's a table of regulars. Jim and his son. The guy who records every throw of the dice in a notebook. Mr. Sunshine who only plays dark side and berates the dealers. No thank you. Next table has guys leaning on their elbows, playing with their remaining red chips. Nope. Next has a crew I've never seen before. Don't feel like breaking in some strange, so I keep moving. Finally, I just find an open spot and wait for the roll to end. Gotta start somewhere. At some point in the evening I find myself in this situation: I am shooting. I have 15-25-15 on the ATS. It's an extended roll. I started with 137 across. Numbers are all pressed 2 or three iterations. I only need the 6 and 12 for ATS. At first, I laid 120 on the 6 to protect the low side and guarantee some money. Then I took it to 240 (490 coming if I roll the six). I hit my point. Hop the reds for 30 and leave the No Six up. I set a new point and decide to take down my lay. Time to start pressing harder and not hedge my bets. Six has gotta come, right? You can guess what happens immediately. I am crestfallen, sigh and look to the nice guy next to me. He says, "You shouldn't have taken down the lay. That was propping it all up." I thought about it for a long time last night, and I think I agree with him. My normal rule is: Once a shooter gets to just needing the 2 & 12 for the ATS I turn off for three to five rolls and wait. If he is still going, I turn back on but reduce my place bets to my original 137 across and ride what remains of the roll. My rule for when I am shooting is: make it up as you go along. I know what I would have done if I had rolled a 12 first. Lay the 6 for 1200 and turn everything else off. In retrospect, I think the idea that the table will find whatever weakness you have and gravitate to that applies here. I should have kept a small lay on the six and kept pounding the other numbers. But as soon as I left myself vulnerable to the bad number, it hit immediately. What do you think?
Pretty unusual route to Cherokee, if you hit both Silva, and Maggie Valley? You must have been coming in from Iowa.
garraund, please tell me which tower or rooms are closest to elevators that lead directly into casino. last time there we had to walk at least 1/4 mile just to get to casino, I appreciate the guidance/advice, I dont recall the tower names
None, when you look at the casino route from any of the towers, it’s like looking through a pair of binoculars backwards.
Those cold spells at Cherokee are not just happenstance, they are by design. Many times, there will be 7-8 tables going, and you Will rarely hear a table get loud. When they had the “fire bet” it was real obvious. You could walk around the tables and there would be NO fire plugs on any layout, and then there would be 3or4 or more on every table. I have recorded anomaly’s in their game, that leave no other plausible conclusion, than a fixed game. I believe they have some control of the dice drops. There are far too many come-out craps, and they happen just when they need them to. I’ve seen it way too often. Where they are operating, it’s not illegal, they decide what’s legal.
Maybe I’m a flake, or maybe YOU are the flake, but, The absence of “spinners” lends credence to what I say, And nobody has been able to explaine it, yet. Ma’am. To me, there is a glaring problem, others, they may see nothing at all. I see it the way I see it, and I State it, the way I see it.
It’s just the way it is Ma’am. They have some control. I don’t know who is doing the controlling, most likely somebody unseen. Way too much, and way, way, too often. There is absolutely NFW, the game is straight, at that venue. One indicator , might the fact that I have never, ever heard them get on anybody about short throws, never? But, that’s purely circumstantial. They are way too smug, they know they only loose when they want to.
A couple of casual observations as I glance at this thread again. On my last trip, I saw (and threw) several spinners over the course of a three-day weekend. First of all, I hate spinners. The horrible feeling of dread watching that die spin for several seconds, just knowing it's gonna end up on whatever number is needed to add up to seven. Since I am now going down this rabbit hole of conspiracy theories, opened by the duck, or at least peering into the hole and wondering what lies beneath (just dirt and rabbits, right? not powerful electromagnets that keep dice from spinning...) I have to ask, what is the expected frequency of spinners per thousand rolls? How many spinners per day should I witness? Let's say we can come up with a number per thousand rolls, though how we would come up with that number I have no idea. Like, we know that over a million rolls the number of sevens rolled will hew closely to 166,666. How many spinners should show up? How do spinners even occur? What combination of physics of the die slamming into each other and the waffleboard and felt causes one to spin on its point? But let's say we come up with an expected number per thousand. Call it X. How does seeing less (or more) than X number of spinners per thousand rolls at one property, in this case Cherokee, correlate to the tables being cold? Mind you, I'm not arguing that Cherokee has or doesn't have cold tables (they do) but I'm wondering how spinners, or lack thereof, have any indicative properties to tell us that the tables are a) legit and/or b) behave in a normal fashion, with equal variance to "hot' and "cold" streaks. So, my questions are: 1. How many spinners should we see per one thousand rolls? 2. How would you determine the answer to question one? 3. Even if you could come up with an answer to question one, how does having more or less spinners than what one would expect per thousand rolls have anything to do whatsoever with how hot or cold a table is, or how legit the tables are at one property? The duck has picked a random, sorta rare occurrence (a throw that results in a spinner) that we have all witnessed and then decided that he knows how many of these rare occurrences SHOULD be happening, declared that Cherokee has fewer of these occurrences, and then declared that this is a smoking gun proving that the game is rigged at this casino. What is the causal effect relationship between these variables? Props to the duck for picking something that can't be statistically proven (how many spinners should occur per thousand rolls), is hard to replicate (creating a spinner in the first place), and has no causal relationship with the table being hot or cold, legit or fixed, and using it as the basis of his conspiracy theory.
When I hear “Spinners” I am not thinking Dice, the Music group or those fidgeting finger things. Yet, I couldn’t find an appropriate picture.
Number one, you did NOT throw spinners at Cherokee, you are lying. Number two, if you do not understand how a lack of spinners is indicative of a problem, then, you are too stupid to shoot dice. Number three, you would NOT, go to Silva for breakfast, and then, pass through Maggie valley, on the way to Cherokee. Nobody would go that way, from Silva. Number four, you are Mssthis1 and nobody else.
I have said many times, that there is no exact number of “spinners” that one might expect. My estimate, would be 5-6 in a day at the tables. 5-6 is about the number I’ve seen total, at Cherokee, in the 8 years or so, that they have had dice tables. This near complete lack os “spinners” is indicative of an asymmetric force acting on the dice. It’s the only plausible explanation. I first became aware of this anomaly when I was hitting Biloxi every weekend for six straight months, around 2010-2011. When Cherokee got dice, I was looking to see if that same anomaly showed, and it did, along with several other statistical anomalies, that go hand in hand, with a lack of spinners. If this observation is meaningless to you, then my best guess is that you are not a real gambler, but just a blow-hard shill, saying whatever it takes to defend the casino from the truth. Same MF that will tell people that that the bubbles are a completely random game? NFW. I’m here to tell you that the bubbles are rigged, no ifs ands or buts. Speaking of bubbles, an interesting situation happened the other day, and I’ll post about that later.
me , when I think of a spinner, , I think of some skinny 25 y/o that would fit perfectly on top of me naked......oh...wait...shit...Im married....yeah...married life kills your social life.
Yeah you also saw attached swivel chairs at the RTW Table .....was this before or after you took Quinine and or was this before or after you had E=mail problems
so you still call this man a lair....but out of the other side of your mouth you practically thanked him for confirming your opaque black dice story...smh...duck I think you need to give up drinking and drugs for life not lent
This is Barney I know Tabletops goes to Cherokee alot and every toss he throws is a spinner. At least till it hits the,table
