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So, pally, you come looking for a game. I got games. I got a million of 'em. They don't call me Kitty for nothin'. Yeah, so there I was, it was a Friday, and me and the Macon Mob had nothin' else to do, so we started the only Macon Floating Crap Game that we know of, and if we don't know about it, it ain't worth knowin' about, dig? It's a lost art, crap shooting is, so here's what I'm gonna do: I'm gonna teach you House Rules, no casino betting rules, 'cause what'd you be doing in a casino anyway? The game's rigged. The Macon Mob, we don't rig our game. You'll lose your money to us fair and square. Here's all you need to shoot craps: |
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Okay, ya got that? Dice firmly in hand? Good, now it's time for you to place your bets. We play for cash, but ya can play for whatever ya want. You're betting you're gonna win, the other guy, he's betting you're gonna lose. Got that?
So roll the dice already!
So here's the scene: if ya rolled a two, three or twelve, it's craps and ya lose.
If ya rolled a seven or eleven, congratulations, pally, it's a natural and ya won, so collect your cash.
If ya rolled anything else, that number's your point, and ya gotta try to roll it again. There's a catch, though, see--if ya roll a seven or eleven this time around before you make your point, it's craps again and ya lose. Got it?
Say ya roll an eight. Eight is your point. So ya keep rolling. Ya get a five. Ya get a nine. Ya get a twelve. Ya get three. Ya get an eight. Ya make your point and ya win. But if ya rolled a seven or eleven before the eight the second time, ya'd have lost.
It ain't that hard, Charley.
If ya win, ya can keep rolling, or pass the dice to the other guy. Either way. |
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