Airfare To Nyc - A Lady's View from Inside the Las Vegas Craps Game Boys' Club

And every craps dealer better know his or her business, they all come. They come. New Year's Eve is for revelers and Super Bowl is for the gamblers. It's big money and no nonsense. Super Bowl Sunday is the biggest weekend of the year, in Las Vegas. But the toughest test is always dealing your first Super Bowl, a woman craps dealer faces many trials from both players and co-workers.

But nine to ten people were storming both walls until dawn, a craps game normally holds eight people to a side. I was working at the Flamingo Hilton on the Strip and the dice tables were packed. It was 1996 when my first Super Bowl Sunday went into overtime.

Keeping all these players' bets straight and properly paid was my way to stay on their good sides. I felt small but that was the least of my worries, at five three and one hundred twenty pounds. Polo shirts and cigars, heavy gold watches, and I looked out onto a rocky masculine shore of horseshoe rings, which is the right side from the perspective of the pit crew, i was dealing first base on my table, when not on stick. And this night I had entered the boys' club and locked the door behind me. Dealt by men and supervised by men, craps is traditionally a men's game.

So I had commissions to figure out, and then a guy had to get in there and start buying lay bets against the nine and the six. The across bettors were playing come bets as well and using the winnings from their place bets to fund their odds on their come bets. A half dozen players were placing and pressing the six and eight while a couple other guys were betting the numbers across. I had plenty of line bets with odds and of course a don't pass player. The craps game will be pounded with bets as everyone puts their personal style of play into action, but when a casino is full of experienced craps players with bulging wallets. Normally a craps game is only jammed up like a thirty-car wreck on foggy Los Angeles freeway when the players are winning.

Except not getting fired, i don't remember much after that. Challenging the casino to a duel, a man in a black shirt bellies up to the table and tosses three thousands dollars onto the blue felt of the Flamingo's table, and just when I felt like I was going to get in the zone and stay on top of things.

And I had proved to my co-workers and my players that a lady dealer could handle the boys' game just fine, i was a better dealer for the experience. Dealing that Super Bowl Sunday game in Las Vegas in my rookie year as a craps dealer moved my game up a notch.