Visiting casino means having a lot of fun people comes to casino for enjoying variety of games offered in casino and in exchange they get a chance to earn some quick money.

    Inside, the casino wasn't crowded. Many guests were either out cooling off in the pool or watching sporting events in the race and sports books. Sparsely populated casinos were not ideal, but I was anxious to get a bet down and a payoff. In spite of the lack of big action, there were a few good wheels in the main pit up front, and all the pit bosses seemed relaxed as they usually were on Sunday afternoons.

    I found a tall, chubby Latino named Guillermo dealing to a group of Europeans on a lively roulette table with a few legitimate black chip players. One guy was betting blacks straight up on the numbers while one of his two decked-out female companions was stacking green casino chips on odd. The rest of the layout was sufficiently covered by an assortment of roulette chips. The only problem was that there were too many people-women-packed around the table. I had the impression that each of the European gamblers not only had a wife or girlfriend with him, but a mistress, too. I tried to twist and turn into my position at the bottom of the table, but one of the black-chip gambler's girlfriends was standing against it, impeding my approach. Here I had to be careful because I didn't want to make a scene with the girl and the gambler. I had to somehow gently nudge her just enough to open up a space from where I could maneuver without rubbing her the wrong way-or the right way, which might make the guy think I was trying to bird-dog his girlfriend. Creating an uneasy atmosphere around the table could cause the gambler or one of the girlfriends, or somebody else at the table, to rat me out if I ended up grabbing the bet off the layout.

   I tried the best I could to squeeze into position, but it was in vain. The threesome was having too much fun, and now they were holding hands and touching each other as they spoke French and sipped their cocktails. The worrisome thought of accidentally knocking over their drinks when they rested on the edge of the layout entered my mind.

    With all these negatives, it seemed best to find another table, or simply wait until the French at the bottom left. But usually, when you waited for conditions to suit you in a casino, it didn't work out the way you wanted. A couple of bad spins and the players could be wiped out. Then suddenly you had an empty table, and you didn't want to go head-up against the dealer, hoping he didn't see your chocolate chip when it sat on the bottom of the only bet on the layout, or that he didn't notice it if you got caught raking when it lost. This was just too much to buck. With exactly that in mind, I made a rash decision. I took a few steps to my right, skirting the threesome, and positioned myself against the inside corner of the table, at the last allowable spot next to the dealer. I then placed my $5, 0 I 5 inside the third-column box, which was located on the bottom right of the layout. I made the tiniest adjustment when cutting the three red chips off the chocolate to compensate for the angle change between Pats had a surprised expression on his face, bur he understood. I gave him a chin with my brows furrowed, silently asking him, "Is this okay with you?"

     It was not automatic. Identifying into which column a winning number fell was not nearly as simple as red or black, or odd or even. Red or black was simply visual. Odd or even required a first-grade education, bur with columns you had to invoke your brain's memory, or actually make the match with your eyes, which took longer. The first column we had both already memorized since we'd been working exclusively on it from the inception of the move. But I could not expect Pat to have the third column memorized any more than I had myself.