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Bobby Vegas — Bad Beats and Keeping Cool

Bobby Vegas: Friends Don’t Let Friends Play Triple-Zero Roulette

My crew and I were relieved that during my December Golden Week trip to Vegas, on the boot heels of NFR, I didn’t end up in the hospital. Kinda broke that curse. But that history also went on my long list of things I’ve done in Vegas twice: hospitalized twice, pulled over twice (sober), seen it snow twice, and been propositioned twice before breakfast.

It was a great trip and a great time to be there—if you didn’t mind bumping into A LOT of cowboys. Funny thing, there was no parking on the first floor of Rio self- park the last Saturday of NFR. It was full of horses. But the winning and dancing were wonderful.

Still, as bad beats just seem to keep coming, I had an unexpected and unwanted Christmas present on Christmas Eve back at home. While otherwise in a great mood and having a good day, at 1 p.m. I started having vertical stabbing pains across my left chest and down my arm.

Just days before this I thought I was having a heart attack when I woke up at 5:30 a.m., drenched in sweat and the room spinning. When I sat up, I started to retch.

Called 911 and in the ER they determined it was vertigo. I was out in seven hours after being given Meclazine.

Three days later, I actually had a “small” heart attack and found myself back in the same ER. Being Xmas Eve, they told me I’d be there a few days, as only critical patients get treated on Christmas. I had a stent put in Friday morning. Duke Hospital is top notch, though being there three times in five months, not so much.

So I’m taking a few weeks to get back and as soon as I can I’ll be blogging, about the new MRB, matchplay runs, and more.

For now, I can report I was happy to receive an invite to Wynn with an old-school offer: $25 in freeplay, $25 in resort credit (the waterfall at the spa is a wonder), and two tickets to Awakenings (it’s a few years old and I’m guessing Sphere is taking a lot of business), all for $174 a night, resort fee included. And I barely play there. I mostly go to see an old dealer friend.

Taking out the tickets and credits, that’s $75 a night for two nights. At Wynn. Free parking, no triple zero roulette, some JOB, and all is well.

See, folks, there’s hope on the horizon and as for me, well … The Cat in the Hat? With maybe nine lives.

It’s apparently very hard to kill me. And no worries, scufflers, I’ll be back soon so … Keep cool and know when to cash in.

The adventure continues.

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Bobby Vegas — The Smart Money Dance

Bobby Vegas: Friends Don’t Let Friends Play Triple-Zero Roulette

A very interesting article (for me anyway), just posted in The Economist on the lengths smart money bettors go to once they’ve been ID’d. Mostly referring to UK betting, there’s plenty of info for U.S. bettors too.

I don’t consider myself “smart.” Possibly enlightened. Maybe swimming with the smarts, happy being a catfish, a scuffler.

When North Carolina opened sports betting, like any half-conscious advantage player, I took every sign up, netting over $1,000 (then used my NFL futures strategy, which I’m told is NOT smart, though I won three out of four seasons, then stopped).

But what really struck me in the article wasn’t just the inventive covers smarts used to avoid detection and get their bets in (like using beards, especially whales), but how thoroughly the books could detect and ID a square or a smart by the first bet, or sooner.

Did you use a debit card (square, good) or e cash? (smart, bad). Male? Or female? (Bad.) Type of bet placed? When was it placed? At posting? Bad. Are your bets smarter than the house’s from day one? (Very bad.)

Though illegal in some states, the smarts’ bets were restricted immediately.

The continuing automation of gaming makes it harder every day to implement advantage plays. It becomes increasingly important not just to play smart, but also coy or with covers. Or both. Using every advantage you can.

A Huntington Press book on blackjack strategy focused on how to effectively throw off the house by making certain bets that LOOKED square, but barely affected the player’s edge. Taking the minimal loss in edge was worth it compared to the reduced house heat.

In sports betting, a simple strategy is to throw in parlays. They’ll leave you alone.

There are areas in electronic game software that appear to deploy additional randomization when the software detects betting patterns particularly in e-roulette.

When e-roulette first came out, many games were deployed without software pattern-detection settings. Certain bias patterns occurred that could be exploited — for almost two years. Eventually, the house turned on the pattern-detection software, probably because the game wasn’t earning “enough.” Then when you played that same machine, as soon as a betting-pattern bias was detected, the ball speed changed. End of pattern.

Reading the manufacturers’ manuals revealed that the software was implementing “cheating-prevention” techniques almost as bad as old-school magnets.

I’m deploying strategy. So are they. Mine’s advantage play. There’s is illegal. Beyond calling Gaming Control, there was little I could do to stop it, except continue my relentless pursuit of advantage play … elsewhere.

They want losers. Period. In reality, I’m neither a square nor a smart. Just a scuffler. My goal? I don’t like to gamble. I like to win money. Play as long as possible, win some and lose as little as possible. The house doesn’t like that either.

Example: Just came back from a week in Vegas. My trip was free. The secret? Stay under the radar.

The adventure continues.

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Bobby Vegas: So Many Casinos, So Little Time

Bobby Vegas: Friends Don’t Let Friends Play Triple-Zero Roulette

Back in my town after a long hiatus, I was greeted like a conquering hero by the hosts and band at the Pinky Ring and Royal and Pedro at Downtown Grand. And, thank you very much, open wallets. A successful trip is when you keep putting Jacksons BACK in the safe.

Oh, and I didn’t end up in the ER or UMC Hospital.

I also didn’t get to the Plaza or South Point (hence, the title of this post), but like Ahnold, “I’ll be back” soon.

Now folks, Santa Vegas has a wunnerful wunnerful present for you. It’s the RIO and a flood of 9/6 Jacks or better everywhere. 9/6 at all bars! It’s like 20 years ago. And all over the casino floor! You may like Deuces Wild (too high a variance for me), but I love to “play long time” and 2-for-1 on two pairs on 9/6 really stretches it out. Of course, hitting lots of full houses and (this trip) ONLY five 4-of-a-kinds (awwww, Bobby, we’re weeping crocodile tears for you) makes for this very happy scuffler.

So, people, go to the Rio. Haven’t asked Anthony if there will be another RIO no-resort-fee coupon next year, but this year’s saved me hundreds.

Years back I wrote a “Santa Vegas” article about my Golden Week coupon good karma adventures, giving away end-of-year expiring MRBs. This year again, I had another good karma incident — picking up an antique from an online auction over near Durango. The 92-year-old lady didn’t want to sell the item I won, so I gave it back to her. Immediately after, I was meeting Bobby Wilson for lunch at the (AWESOME) Durango and walking in, I immediately won over $200. Karma? Whatever, I’ll take it.

BTW, their food court is off the chart. Great $10 burgers, a Hawaiian spot with Bruno Mars pic, awesome noodle and oyster bar.

Now for the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Rio wins the super-good prize for this trip, hands down (tapping the 9/6 hold buttons).

As for the bad and ugly, I don’t know what they’re thinking at Downtown Grand. I love staying there, but they keep pulling the good games. The two-story ad facing Fremont says $1 blackjack and $5 roulette. The $1 electronic BJ is gone. (Is live still $1?) Meanwhile, roulette was $10. And please reopen Freedom Beat. At least the matchplays are still viable.

Four Queens pulled or downgraded their 9/6 bank. They still have $.25/$1 9/6 over by the FISH slots. Again, I love Four Queens, but come on.

Out in Henderson, Emerald Island pulled their bank of full-pay Double Double Bonus. Sigh. Still a great diner and Rainbow next store was fab as always. Their Super Multipliers? Incredible.

Overall, a great trip. So Happy New Year, people. Share with others. Spread joy.

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Bobby Vegas — Going to Vegas, Finally!

Bobby Vegas: Friends Don’t Let Friends Play Triple-Zero Roulette

Well, ya can’t keep a good scuffler down forever. If ya can’t kill me, I’ll eventually be back in Vegas.

After four surgeries (two failed), three hospitalizations, eight trips to the ER, months (ouch!) of catheters, and constant antibiotics, I’m back!

Actually, I’ve been running around for months, but out of an abundance of caution (and that I ended up in the hospital in Vegas twice) I’m there now.

It’s Golden Week, the gap week when rates drop 75% after the 100,000 cowboys and cowgirls from NFR leave town and before Christmas. It’s Bobby Vegas time and I’m happy to report it’s another one week in Vegas for $425. Total.

Other than kickin’ it at the Pinky Ring, I’m staying well away from the Strip, bunking with my friends at Downtown Grand two nights (50% off and reduced resort fee) and two nights comped (weekend) for a total of $175, then moving to Rio using my LVA 25 coupon.

I stay in the Gallery tower at DG and require a medical fridge. I get a tub to soak in as I’m dancing hard several nights and need to stay limber. Update: I was concerned, hearing Freedom Beat at DG closed, but am happy to report it’s just a remodel. Phew!

In between, there are many places to eat nearby.

Siegel’s at El Cortez using your half-off LVA coupon and Wednesday is half-off for seniors; try the roast half-chicken. Awesome. The new Binion’s food hall right across from DG. BERRY good! Pizza Rock is just a stone’s throw away. Four Queens where your play gets generous comps as well as birthday deals and again LVA MRBs. Triple George ain’t too shabby either.

Calling the Rio, avoid the AI answering (“Live agent, please”). Though you’ll be on hold for 15-30 minutes, the live agent is worth the wait to get their $57 resort daily fee waived. I booked four nights Saturday through Tuesday for … drumroll … $133.33.

I also discovered that on Priceline, if you prepay, it’s half-price, so my car is $125 — for a week, from Hertz!

My flights on Southwest were free on points.

STRIP WARNING: So you got a Strip room comp? You’re paying the resort fee and parking ($75-$100)? And you ordered breakfast in your room ($100)? And grabbed some Hennessy from the mini bar and now that COMPed ROOM cost you $350 a night!?

All they do is drain you dry. And “Where have all the good Strip video poker games gone?” Long time passing (or now $25). When will they ever learn? WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM TO GIVE YOU THE ANSWER. Never

Stick with Downtown (Plaza, DG, Four Queens), Rio, M, South Point Palace Station, Rainbow, and Emerald Isle and for god’s sake, leave the strip to … NOT YOU.

Oh and merry ChanuKwanSolstMas. There. I covered everyone.

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Bobby Vegas — A Thanksgiving Shocker, Gift Card Season, and These Kids Today

Bobby Vegas: Friends Don’t Let Friends Play Triple-Zero Roulette

I need to warn you right upfront what I am about to share is so shocking, so disturbing frankly, I think it’s a sign that the Empire is crumbling. That the Republic may not withstand this assault on all we hold dear. Prepare yourselves, people, it’s gonna be rough.

Here it is. I attended two different Thanksgiving events this year. One on Thursday at a friend’s church and another on Saturday at a friend’s house. And this is the shocker. There were no MASHED POTATOES or GRAVY! AT EITHER EVENT! Stop the music! EMTs, I think someone needs help up front. I mean MY GOD, is there any hope we as a nation will survive this travesty of culinary injustice?

A good friend counseled me afterwards suggesting I go to KFC. I’m happy to report that at least there our hallowed institutions have not been destroyed.

Please join me in my noble crusade: mashed potato nation/gravy nation. Interesting. I’m getting calls from Idaho already.

Next! It’s gift card season. Wanna fight foodflation? It’s simple math, folks. You’re already couponing, stacking, doing senior discount day (you are that old, right?).

Well, it’s that special time of year to grab the gift-card holiday bonanza gold ring, so get crackin’.

Costco’s is particularly lucrative. Do you eat at or spend at a particular venue all during the year? Your favorite restaurant chain? Movies? Uber? If you eat, imbibe, or spend regularly, they’re offering 20% or 25% discount cards! Load up!

Sweet is getting that special hot fudge sundae at 25% off. Or the steak or seafood special. It’s easy money. There’s only one caveat. Don’t LOSE them. Use a gift card wallet. Or an old recipe box.

Now onto my next grouse, these kids today.

I’m at the local mall heading to my car and what do I spy? A Silver American Express Business Card lying on the ground. Shopping spree? Nah. Being the good Samaritan, I pick it up. It has the person’s name, so I look up the number. I call and get a hang up. I send a text ID’ing myself and that I have their card. No response. I call AGAIN, leaving a message.

The address happens to be in my neighborhood on the way home, so I figure I’ll drop it off. It’s a design firm and the glass front door is locked, but I can see folks inside, so I knock.

A young woman comes to the door, smiling, so I’m pretty sure she knows who I am. She just cracks open the door and asks, “Where did you find it?”

Oh, I think, so you did read the text or listen to the voicemail.

But no “Hi” or “C’mon in.” She snatches the AMEX card out of my hand, says “Thanks,” closes the door, and turns away.

Wow. These kids today.

I mean, I wasn’t expecting a reward, but … I guess I’ll get karma points.

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Bobby Vegas — What’s Yer Favorite Vegas Swag?

Bobby Vegas: Friends Don’t Let Friends Play Triple-Zero Roulette

Bag stuffed with goodies after a coupon run, (like a kid coming back from Halloween or the Midway), I marvel at all the T-shirts, coffee cups, dice, playing cards, hats, and more that I’ve collected on my trip to Vegas. Keep your Gucci. I like free.

Yeah, I’m one of those guys taking the soaps and shampoo. But what really gets me going is the twice-daily room service in the five-star towers at Wynn and Encore literally sweeping it all into the cloth laundry bags along with … well … they haven’t gone out of their way to invite me back, but I don’t think it’s the Super Swag runs.

But I digress. I love to collect. I’m into vintage LPs and 45s, Do Not Disturb signs, seashells, everything Japanese (even anime, though I stop at Hello Kitty), and of course anything Vegas.

My question to you is: What’s your favorite Vegas swag?

Come on, I know you sneak some soap and shampoo home and love to sing Bon Jovi, Taylor, Lady Gaga, or Rod Stewart while soaping up from the Cosmopolitan.

Anyway, I considered a Top Five, but it’s even hard to stop at the 10, so here goes.

Soaps and shampoos from Downtown Grand, Rio, and especially Wynn.

Long-gone-casino swag: Crazy Girls coffee cups from the Riviera (you know the one) and my Mirage bathrobe.

Wynn bathrobe and leather long shoe horn. No not for shoes, silly … think kinky!

Circa Stadium Swim towels, (mine cost me $10,000; Superbowl Stadium Swim for 12), though I passed on Circa’s replica gold bars of their Legacy Club Million in Gold Display … a must-see, BTW.

Did I mention my Vegas coaster and matchbook collection and Vegas/Reno/Atlantic City dice collection? Or Shaq’s Super Bowl party at XS at the Wynn? The music was hot — and the swag was off the charts.

Or my favorite LVA MRB online printed free lap-dance coupon I never used? Like the whale in Atlantic City who kept losing millions and on the trip where he won millions, he kept the check in his wallet to show his buds he was a winner? Well, I didn’t win millions and not cash the check (I always cash the check!), but I kept the lap dance coupon, because I couldn’t imagine asking for a dance and handing over a coupon.

Besides, it’s really number two. My number one Vegas swag? The Stardust “Maid service, please” door hangar. I still remember looking down at the pool, wishing I had one of those poolside rooms (before they plowed it under to create Resorts World).

Oh, the stories those rooms could tell!

What’s your favorite swag or swag story?

Best swag story wins a Bobby Vegas T-shirt, the best swag of all.

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Bobby Vegas — Thanks to Slot Players, Apologies to Casinos

Bobby Vegas: Friends Don’t Let Friends Play Triple-Zero Roulette

Another mea culpa. In a recent post I said, “Happiness is positive cash flow. Ours not theirs!”

I’m updating that to, “Happiness is positive cash flow. Ours and theirs,” with apologies to all the — well, many — casino operators presently bleeding money like a river.

We need you to be here. We need you to make a profit.

Without you, there are no games, no fabulous meals, no outlandish and unforgettable shows, no wild nights, no parties till dawn. I don’t hate to say it; in fact, I admit it readily: We need you.

So please, for God’s sake, get it together! Bring back the value and not for a week, but ALWAYS.

And then there’s the other underappreciated group, slot players, the backbone where all, or at least the vast majority, of the profits lie.

Every day, you come to Vegas to play, to drink, to forget for as long as the cash holds out (and hopefully you don’t go to the casino ATM and drain that, too, chasing losses) and for that I want to thank you. Also, thanks for being okay that you most often lose. Are you? I like to think that you’re happy with your gaming experience and the comps that go along with it.

So please, keep feeding the Benjamins into the slot maw, because without you, we couldn’t squeeze out the advantages. There’d be no advantages to squeeze. You allow us to do what we do. And thank you. Really. Keep playing Golden Dragons, Buffalos, and Wheel of Fortune Cash Link Big Money Mega Tower Super Spin. Whatever.

I love Vegas. It’s unique. Yes, I have a local casino, but I don’t go there. I feel captive.

I like the depth and breadth of Vegas. The back alleys, the places where the club girls hang out afterwards, Ellis Island at 3 a.m. for steak and eggs under $10. I like searching, experimenting, treasure hunting all kinds of experiences only Vegas can provide, from rubbing shoulders with Bruno Mars to Rainbow’s Triple B Diner in Henderson.

So thank you, slot players; without you, I couldn’t do what I do. And thank you, casinos, for letting us, the weird 2%ers, the advantage players and even the wannabe APs, the scufflers or even just the well-read, give it our best shot at near full pay. Sure, we often lose, too, but at least we have a fighting chance of winning and can still have as good a time as the slot players.

Casino operators, I know you read this. Many of you have told me so. So do the slot players, the APs, the scufflers, and yourselves a big favor and get your friggin’ act together, okay? Bring back the value. Make NRF (no resort fees) and free parking as common next year as free drinks, free spectacles, and free play are this year. And please, dump triple zero.

You’ll still get our dollars if we feel like you’re giving us a shot. If you do, we’ll be back. In droves. Trust me. I’m Bobby Vegas and I approve this message.

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Bobby Vegas—Ask and Ye Shall Win

Bobby Vegas: Friends Don’t Let Friends Play Triple-Zero Roulette

Advantage players search for edges. In addition to the usual techniques at blackjack, video poker, sports betting, and tournaments, they keep their eyes out for opportunities where the house offers a promotion, but miscalculates the odds.

A good example comes from Anthony’s YouTube channel interview with Jonathan Jossel. The Plaza offered a 30% rebate on W9 taxable wins for 24 hours. APs swept in and played keno — yes, keno — till the cows came home. Not exactly the usual AP game. Being a stand-up guy, Jossel didn’t cancel the promotion when he realized the mistake, even though it cost the Plaza several hundred thou. In 24 hours, no less.

That’s how significant exploiting a loophole can be.

Now, some APs will grouse at me again for publishing this, as they have when I wave the flag about advantage play VP opportunities or stacking promos, but that’s my job, helping you see the (value) light pointing the way to the promised land before the house catches it. And they’re watching, so you have to move quick.

A favorite expression comes to mind: “Happiness is positive cash flow.” OURS, not theirs!

The purpose of this post is to MAKE YOU THINK, to ask, “What if …?”

You should realize that you’ll make mistakes, hit dead ends, find out your hunch was, a buncha hooey. Are you willing to take that risk? Look dumb? Get the door slammed in your face? If so, I can tell you that when you’re RIGHT, it’s so sweet. Positive cash flow sweet.

Ken, an Arizona reader, told me about his experience calling the Virgin attempting to get info on their tier bump requirements. Reaching the player’s club, a very uncooperative staff member hung up on him. Customer service? Fuggedaboudit!

He didn’t get the info needed but that’s okay, because Ken’s ASKING was key. He was SEARCHING.

BTW, Ken got a free Bobby Vegas T-shirt for the tip. “Avoid the Virgin!” Ever since they transformed the truly legendary Hard Rock into this no-winners no-fun land of boring games and well corporate tomfoolery, the “Virgin” is more like a (I shouldn’t be that vulgar, so let’s just say) washed out.

Here’s another example of my thought process.

If less people are coming to Vegas for the foreseeable future, where can I find an undiscovered advantage — beyond great hotel deals? Like if bingo has 30% less people, but the payouts are the same, does that raise our odds for winning substantially
compared to bingo’s edge? YES. Get my drift?

Check it out. Try being wrong. ASK, and win.

Where else have you found an edge or tried to? Share your discoveries and mistakes.

Next up is my favorite math formula (nerd alert):

It’s not “Any X equals X.” It’s “Any X equals ANY X”!

O.M.G. The Birthday Paradox. I love it. We’ll get to it in my next blog. Stay tuned.

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Bobby Vegas — More on Golden Gate, Being Nice, and Vintage Vegas

Bobby Vegas: Friends Don’t Let Friends Play Triple-Zero Roulette

Got an excellent reader tip about still using Golden Gate matchplay chips.

(BTW, if you send a tip I use to [email protected], I’ll send you a Bobby Vegas T-shirt (“fweeee!”). 

LVA’s QOD established you can exchange Golden Gate table-game chips at the D or Circa. Meanwhile, Circa, Golden Gate, and the D give out non-expiring matchplay chips, (way better than expiring 24-hour paper coupons). You may have received some using your LVA MRB matchplay coupons for Golden Gate and the D.

My bud was able to exchange his Golden Gate matchplay chips That’s a 2-for-1 payout on a 50/50 bet. Sweet.

The lesson here, as Jean Scott used to say, is honey attracts more bees than vinegar, so it never hurts to ask and be nice!

Oh — and a late-breaking bulletin. Thanks to Matchplay Bob, who clarified he had a Golden Gate players club manager sign his Golden Gate MRB matchplay coupon and it was accepted at Circa. So take your unused GG MRB matchplay coupon, have someone at GG sign it, and it “should” be accepted at Circa for their matchplay chip.

I didn’t double check the other two matchplay “show your Southwest ticket” at the D or Circa before posting, but I believe both are still active. Anyone?

Here’s one more Bobby V downtown-scuffler special.

I’m not a fan of Garage Mahal at Circa — parking fees and it’s inconvenient. If I’m going to Circa’s sports book or to use my LVA MRB free champagne coupon at Circa’s fabulous rooftop Legacy Club or to play or eat at the Plaza, I valet park at Golden Gate’s tiny lot.

“Checking in or will you be long?”

“Maybe an hour.”

Be a George and give the valet a few dollars *up front* and a few when you pick up*.

And be cool. Go INTO the Golden Gate. Going to the Plaza or Circa? Go out through the front of GG.

Hey.. I just had a why-I-love-downtown Vegas revelation (“Praise full pay VP and pass the cash!”) over the Strip. I don’t like crowds reminding me of midtown Manhattan on New Year’s Eve, bad games and overpriced … well … everything. Downtown is more personal, on more of a human scale. I like that experience, that connection. Why?

“I’m special!”

Plus, better games, rock n roll on every corner, and a meal that doesn’t require you to pawn your jewelry all fill the bill quite nicely.

Growing up, I was more a pinball-at-the-bowling-alley grab-a-deli-“sammich” and go-to-the-state-fair-midway kinda guy. So sue me.

Speaking of pinball, granted it’s wayyy down past the South Strip near the “Bobby Vegas” (oh wait — that change hasn’t happened … yet) “Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas” sign, but you can have some vintage fun for spare change at the Pinball Hall of Fame.

Then head on down to South Point for a super selection of full-pay VP, very affordable LIVE table games, and a decent buffet and nobody’s charging you for parking at all three!

I’m old school. Sue me. Again. My kind of Vegas.

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Bobby Vegas—Desperation Breeds Great Deals

Bobby Vegas: Friends Don’t Let Friends Play Triple-Zero Roulette

Haggard corporates huddle over their conference-table laptop spreadsheets revealing red lines pointing down, empty coffee cups, half-eaten pastries, hair askew, bloodshot eyes.

“Ya think if we just get them in the door, we can make it up in …?”

Next month? Next quarter? Next year? Ya think?

Like this is a new idea? Maybe they’re catching on. See, an empty hotel room night is lost revenue forever. By my calcs, they’re staring at 15,000-25,000 empty rooms every weekend night. Midweek. more like 50,000. We may be seeing their breakeven revealed.

And as any good scuffler worth their stacked coupons knows, that’s good news.

Here’s Bobby Vegas’ common-sense recipe for success:

1) lower your costs coming in,
2) spend as much time as humanly possible on their dime, through comps, deals, coupons, WHATEVER,
3) and play the best games for you with the lowest edge.

Winner winner steaks for dinner! You’d prefer salmon? Fine.

Folks, there’s something you must always keep in mind: Time is your enemy. The longer you play with even a slight negative edge, the more likely they’ll win your money. Slots? Fuggedabouddit. The casinos know that many players like to forget it and hope for the best, tipping back the free drinks.

So if you care to win, or at least break even and have a grand old time, use EVERY advantage they give you, playing on their dime and on their time, eat on their comps, and use every free play, matchplay, two-fer, and discount and coupon you can beg, borrow, or fish out of the trash. (Thank you, Jean Scott.)

Old scuffler reminiscing.

“Now way back in the spring of ’25 when the cracks started to appear, there was the Plaza and that young Jonnie Jossel. My oh my, a smart boy, even bringing them in with bingo. Maybe try Bobby Wilson?

Then Downtown Grand followed, almost matching Plaza’s all-inclusive $125 a night deal, food, drinks, parking, and NRF. Now everyone from Boyd at the Fremont to Caesars at the Flamingo is offering two- night stays with $50 food credit for $150.

There’s that NRF again, a Bobby Vegas abbreviation for NO RESORT FEE.

Maybe it’ll catch on, like, a Bona Fide Bobby Vegas-Approved NRF Deal!

Plaza’s doing it, Downtown Grand does it, Four Queens, Golden Nugget, Treasure Island sometimes, and a few others dipping their toes in the NRF pool.

Yo, MGM, Caesars. Maybe you can work on those Strip food and drink prices, so we might get more than French fries and a Coke for our $50. Fremont? No problem, but can comps be used in the very nice new food court?

Me, I’m waiting for them to pay us to walk in. Remember the Stardust? $17 a night, complete with a $10 bounce-back and buffet coupon.

Just wait, people. It’s like fishing or hunting. Patience … patience … patience … then POUNCE!