My Fortunate Run At Baccarat Chemin de Fer
I call this story my "lucky baccarat morning" except morning is pushing it a bit. It was a lot more like my lucky baccarat banque half an hour. It was a morning which created me a believer in folks who know that destiny or fortune or whatever is on their side and they immediately act upon it. I was happy I found the right individual at the right time so I could act too.
There is nothing like hitting a great run at the baccarat chemin de fer table. I got up at 08:00 and walked down to get my typical cup of strong coffee with no intentions of betting anything ahead of I’d had at least two cups and a sausage sandwich. I bumped into a buddy of mine who bets on baccarat banque and right away altered my thinking.
The man in question might be incredibly great at the game and also terrible. If he is on he cannot lose and I make cash with him due to the fact I follow whatever his "wager" gives.
Realising I had left my room with nothing except $30 in my pocket because I only planned to have some breakfast, I stuck it in the money area. The dealer announced "money plays".
I could see that my friend was "right on" as soon as he took a seat. It was nearly as if fate had smiled on him that day and given him a poke to play at that punto banco table. I took the entire $30 and pushed it up to nine hundred and sixty dollars.
I took the nine hundred dollars earnings and started above with sixty dollars and pressed it up to nineteen hundred and twenty dollars and was all set to start over with one hundred dollars when he said: "that’s it and it’s gone". As I had played with him before on numerous occasions, I knew he was probably correct. Everyone calls him the "sit and go kid" so I didn’t persuade him to stay.
He had made a profit of more than five thousand dollars and decided it was time for a number of breakfast. After tips plus a handful of other expenses, I walked away from the table with more than two thousand and eight hundred dollars.