Pay me true odds

I learned how to gamble. For as long as I have known how to count, I've played blackjack at family gatherings. It was one of the many ways that my dad taught us math. Since I recently turned 21, he decided that I was ready for the casinos. 

This past week, my parents took me to Cripple Creek to gamble for the first time in my life. Once we finally made it through the half dozen people asking to see my ID, we made it to the live tables. I picked up the pace quickly and it didn't take long to double my money. Then again, it didn't take much longer to lose it. 

Last night, my dad took me to the bar because it was craps night. We got there early and he bought me a drink and we shot pool. His left arm is in a sling thus forcing him to play one handed--he still beat me. I won the second game but only under his guidance. He knows his way around the pool table. There were two texas hold'em games going on simultaneously, then the craps guy came. There was no buy in, obviously, and after spending the first fifteen minutes learning to play, we joined a tournament. It was so fun. The game was really exciting, and there were quite a few people playing. When the dice got to my dad he rolled every combination he wanted until the last roll of the game, where he sevened out. It was such a fun experience.