She is and she isn't

My wife, the beautiful AP, was a great card counter at blackjack. We played together as a team from 1989 to June of 2001 when our youngest son, Michael, graduated from college. The moment we finished the graduation ceremony she said to me, "I am now officially retired from playing blackjack."

I had a strong feeling this was coming. We were spending way over 100 days a year in the casinos -- and that was a lot since we live in New York and the shortest commute we had was 3½ hours to Atlantic City. For two people who hate to drive, those hours dragged by. Indeed, we went to Vegas far more often than we did to Atlantic City because Vegas had the very best blackjack games in the country, including the best of all time at the Maxim in the early 1990s where all but one card was dealt out of a single-deck game. In addition, the game had great rules.

While the beautiful AP enjoyed going to the casinos, the intense pressure of counting cards because we needed to make money had taken its toll. She was totally burnt out. She liked the swimming pools, the shows, the gourmet dinners, the great conversations with friends, but her card counting career was now over. In those days, the great new card counting method Speed Count, which I write about in my new book Beat Blackjack Now!, did not exist -- maybe she would not have burned out had we been playing Speed Count instead of the traditional methods.

"How about playing craps again?" I asked. "I'll teach you how to control the dice."

The beautiful AP gave me that look; that look all husbands understand.

"No, seriously," I said. "Once you learn to control the dice, you'll really enjoy the game."

Now, the reason the beautiful AP shied away from craps didn't have anything to do with the nature of the game since it is -- in my opinion -- the most exciting table game in the casino. Her rejection of the game had more to do with her own personal experiences shooting the dice.

You see, while the beautiful AP was a consummate blackjack card counter, she was a deadly craps shooter -- meaning anyone at the table, players and dealers, faced death while she was shooting and with each and every one of her throws I held my breath praying no one would get hurt. When the dice left her hands, they were like twin-bullets shot from a twisted, tortured gun barrel. She had no idea where the dice were going, I had no idea where the dice were going and certainly the dice had no idea of where they were going.

One time she threw the dice so hard that both went whizzing past the head of the player standing at the end of the table. One went past one side of his head; the other die went past the other side of his head. She once threw the dice down the cleavage of a young woman to the cheers of all the salivating males at the table. She once hit herself in the face as she shook the dice in her hand as one die shot out at her.

Perhaps her greatest and most deadly feat was throwing the dice and having one hit the boxman and one hit the stickman. If you don't know the game of craps, the boxman is on one side of the table; the stickman is directly across from him. Even Annie Oakley couldn't have performed such a trick shot. The boxman was hit on the forehead; the stickman was hit in the chest. AP turned bright red and gave up the dice. That was her last roll, her last time playing the game.

I tried to convince her to play again. She said, "I could kill someone with the way I throw." I told her she didn't have to throw. She gave me that look again, "What's the point of playing craps if you don't throw? That's the thrill of the game."

In 2002, I had her enroll in my Golden Touch dice control course. She reluctantly agreed.

Now some of my critics like to think that I exaggerate some of my true-life stories. I mean seriously, how could anyone throw two dice to opposite ends of a table with one throw as I am claiming the beautiful AP did? That has to be impossible, right?

Well, in the class I had the instructor we call "Old Eagle Eyes," Mr. Finesse, be AP's mentor. He is a patient, laid-back individual who would handle my wonderful wife wonderfully. He sat down in the boxman's position and I was in the stickman's position. AP took the dice for the very first time -- and performed her miracle again. She hit "Old Eagle Eyes" right in the head and, to top off her first achievement of this great feat, she hit me on the cheek!

Mr. Finesse sat stunned, "I thought you were exaggerating when you said she once did this. I can't believe it." He picked up the die. "These things are really sharp!" he laughed.

Over the course of two days, the beautiful AP did get better, but she never accepted the fact that she could become a good enough dice controller to make money at the game. So that class ended her craps career.

My wife was a great card counter at blackjack and she also was the deadliest dice shooter the world has ever seen -- and that's no exaggeration!