<<Sorry, I made a boo boo below. The rule the hypothetical casino makes
is to force you to play five coins in quarters but not in nickels.
You can play one coin in nickels.
If the casino in question was the Orleans, Mandalay Bay, or MGM and the
rule of force was enforced by cocktail waitresses wrestling me to the
floor then I'd be compromised I'm afraid. If at the Rio and the
waitresses were of the singing variety and they sang off key I might bolt
to the Gold Coast and seek out the best paying nickle progressive with a
paytable that would enable me to continue to live in the style with which
I've grown accustomed. Are You all understanding this so far? Nobody
(sniff) answered my original question about making believe I'm taking
tranquilizers (the post named: "Son of less than five coins that devoured
Cleveland")while playing one coin in order to fool the constantly
observant casino host into giving me extra comps thinking I'm not one of
those so called "math expert advantage players" or so called "Gurus" with
a first name similar to a slang term for a ships captain or skipper.
Opppps, I made a boo boo. If the nickle progressive at the Gold Coast
was at the IRS sign up level and it was ten minutes before midnight on
New Years eve the my only choice seems to be to run over to the Palms and
blow cigar smoke into the faces of the advantage players hogging the FPDW
progressive playing (snicker) five... coins... thinking they can overcome
the variance as previously explain by "Radio Bob, the Eskimo Ranger" and
enter into a contest, sneakers on my feet, with Miss Craps in running in
and out of the High Rollers lounge to get free snacks (Hey!! EV is EV
food or money or do some of you disagree?) Another factor to consider is
what if... just what if the Plaza was about to be imploded at midnight
(to make way for a new Stations hotel named "Main Street Station Too")
and I knew a cab driver who could guarantee a quick trip downtown with
the hopes there was still one lone FPDW machine hooked up and the remote
possibility of one confused booth attendant still in the change booth to
cash me out if I could overcome the 6% minus pool listed on the now
closed Leroy's Sports Book at an undisclosed casino in Henderson. So,
BOOM!!! (not the slot game but the Plaza Hotel beginning to implode) I
play my twenty one coin games find I'm five coins ahead, go ahead and
play five coins, hit a wild royal, cash out and rush out the door with
the booth attendant before the rubble engulfs us. Now, what would be my
profit, I'm too lazy to figure it out.
JT
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On Mon, 21 Jul 2003 12:12:24 -0000 "mubowor" <erchalb@cantv.net> writes: