Gotta have the brass to play roulette

Roulette. I’m so hard on the game. Well, actually, I’m hard on those folks who blindly press forward in search of the perfect strategy. An admirable if futile goal in the world of casino gambling. But I’ll give you folks one big thing, you’ve got balls. I mean, you’ve got to have balls to really play roulette. Period.

A rough, unforgiving game of chance, roulette has bled even the most famous athletes and entertainers at one point or another. Hell, even Sir Charles (I think I’ve heard) dropped about $400,000 playing. You’ve got to be brave to take on the wheel.

So why do I play? I enjoy the game, but I wouldn’t consider myself a ballsy regular player. I play for a good span of time about once a month, and I’m talking small stakes. I think it’s important to stay fresh on the game and experience new situations and try new betting patterns. I don’t ever stick to one strategy over multiple sessions because nothing has been proven effective. And common sense would simply dictate that the less time you actually spend on the table, the better your chances because of the house edge. That, my friends, is the closest you’ll get to a perfect strategy.

Regular roulette players aren’t ballsy because they try new systems, but because they KEEP trying new systems. And don’t think it’s the casino changing things up that’s thwarting your system’s effectiveness. It’s just the nature of the game itself. Numbers are never “due” and neither are you, except to lose each hand – statistically speaking.

I don’t mean to sound cold here because I’m actually a little bit in awe of a group of players with that much stubborn determination. It’s like watching your 5’1″ white brother try to dunk a basketball on a regulation rim. You smile, but you know it’s just not going to happen. But when it’s all over, you gotta applaud the kid for going at it with such determination. Of course, that’s right before you take his money.