My gambling career began on my
16th birthday, ... and almost ended that same day! My Dad had treated
me to a Las Vegas holiday for my birthday and was determined to teach me
the game of Craps.
In an effort to make me look
older, he had me put on my only suit and tie, complete with cufflinks.
Then it was off to his favorite casino, the Fremont in downtown Las Vegas.
My palms were sweating and my throat was dry as the stickman guided the
dice to me for my first roll. I swallowed hard, took a deep breath and
threw the dice as Dad had instructed. The dice arched toward the end of
the table … but to my horror, my cufflink flew past the dice and won the
race. I knew that I was busted, I would end up in jail for sure. As the
moment passed in what seemed an eternity, the stickman calmly called, “No
roll ...your cufflink, Sir,” and passed the dice back to me for the next
My interest in gambling must have been hereditary. My Dad financed his
first Model T Ford with his winnings from his Navy days. He ran a Craps
game at sea and stowed his winnings in a fitted pipe in the ship's bilge.
During my formative years, both my parents loved the horses and actually
worked as bookies for a time. Trips to Vegas and the racetrack became
When I was out on my own, my disposable income increased and so did my
trips to Vegas. By the 1980-1990’s, I was well on my way to being called a
“high roller.” I had credit lines at most of the casinos and rarely had
to pay for rooms, food or beverages.
At the height of this period, a
group of us would head to Las Vegas every weekend during the football
season. It was not unusual for us to bet between $10,000 to $40,000 per
game. The sports book would watch us closely as we could actually “move
the line” with many of our bets. We even had the cocktail waitresses
fighting to service our tables.
But those days of glory
and excitement gave way to a more business-like approach to my gaming.
After closing our business in 1997, my wife and I moved into retirement by
sailing the coast of Mexico for three years.
During that time I
found myself itching for the action of the past. On more than one
occasion, I left my wife in Puerto Vallarta with the boat and flew to Las
Vegas. Because we were now on a controlled income, my play had to reflect
a more conservative nature. My risk-taking, action play had to be replaced
with a well-thought-out plan.
Since then, I have been perfecting my skills and my discipline. That is
not to say that it has been an easy road; old habits die very hard, and
the discipline is difficult. But I have developed a business approach to
the table games that is netting me a comfortable profit.
The Dice Coach was
born in California and jokes about being “born in East L.A.” His parents
moved to the high desert of California (Apple Valley) in 1952, building
and running the local hardware store.
The Dice Coach
worked in that store much of his early life before branching out in his
own construction business while still in his 20’s. Eventually his
expertise paid off and he formed a very successful public-works
construction company in Orange County, Calif.
In 1997 the Dice Coach and his wife closed their business to fulfill their
dream of life on the High Seas. They sailed up and down the coast of
Mexico for three years before trading that lifestyle for their new
adventures in Las Vegas where they now reside.
The Dice Coach brings his varied and colorful experiences to his
teachings. Much as his father loved the games, the Dice Coach loves to
teach the same games that he plays.