Better late than never – sorry people

He refused to give up and kept trying endless different methods and ideas while getting increasingly frustrated in the process. Eventually, he gave up for the day and didn’t return to the roulette wheel until the following morning after his folks had left for work. The previous day, he had brought the wheel downstairs and put it on the dining table after he had used his dad’s spirit level to check it was level. He repeated this positioning, idly spinning the wheel and ball until the answer suddenly hit him in the face. Individual numbers might be hard to pick, but colors weren’t! Every second slot, the color alternated! In no time at all, he was slotting the ball into either red or back with, if not with ease, at least with considerable reliability. On top of that, there were plenty of times the ball flopped in the color he wanted without him actually doing anything to help it, which stood to reason as it should land in one color or the other roughly fifty percent of the time anyway.

He practiced all day, most of the next, and by late on Friday, he was confident he could cause the ball to flop into the next number often enough. Not every time, and sometimes it bounced two or even three numbers further on, but he could do it often enough that he was becoming increasingly sure of beating able to beat the house betting red or black. He hoped. Unless there was some pitfall he wasn’t aware of when it came to a real casino’s roulette wheel. He thought of the horror stories one heard of people who got too lucky getting taken out the back and beaten up, but he was pretty sure they were just stories. They were perhaps based on things that happened back in the old days. These days he imagined the problem would be that if one casino twigged and barred him, then all the casinos would know n no time flat! No matter. He would be careful and not win too much.

On the next Friday night, after some research, he borrowed dad’s truck to “go out” and went to the Barona Casino because they had single zero roulette wheels at that casino. He fought his way through a gaggle of people to a point where he had a clear view of the wheel. He decided to go for red for the next ten spins and then black for ten. Of course, from a random number point of view, the sample was way too small but still. He managed five reds in a row, one black, then four reds out of the ten red spins. He then managed six blacks before missing and then another six before stopping. Right. Time to put his money where his newfound magic was!

He pulled twenty bucks out and put it down on the table. The dealer gave him four five-dollar chips, and he put two on red, the minimum bet being ten dollars. He was nervous as all hell, but the ball lobbed straight into a red anyway! Huh. He doubled up his bet, and, this time, he had to push the ball on and got red again. The butterflies were almost too much as he moved down to the board and picked up twenty dollars giving him ten dollars in winnings. He managed another red and collected twenty more, after which he backed off and stood in amongst the small group watching the table and didn’t try to influence the next spin, which came up black. Still, he had thirty dollars profit and had proved his idea. Probably. The whole experience of using real money on a real wheel had been so nerve-wracking that the butterflies in his gut were only now subsiding! What he needed to do right now was to sit down to get over the bad case of the shakes!