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?