Your Life at Every Rank as a Las Vegas Gambler

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[00:00:00]You are 22 years old and you have never been on an airplane before. You are sitting in seat 27c on a Southwest flight from [music] Phoenix to Las Vegas on a Friday afternoon in late September with eight other guys from your high school. The trip is a bachelor [music] party for your friend Tyler, who is getting married in 6 weeks to a girl none of you really like. You all chipped in [music] $500 each. Tyler booked nine beds in a single room at the [music] Excalibur, the medieval themed casino on the south end of the Las Vegas strip because it was the cheapest option on the [music] entire boulevard. The plane begins its descent. You look out the window. You see, for the first time in your life, the desert. and [music] rising out of it like something a child built out of glowing toy blocks. The strip itself, the black pyramid of the Luxor, the fake Eiffel Tower at the Paris, the fountains in front of the Bellagio. You feel something move [music] in your chest, a kind of nervous pull, like the city is reaching up through the window and grabbing you by the collar. By the time the plane touches down at Harry Reed International [music] Airport, you are already gone.

[00:01:09]You just do not know it yet. Tier one, the tourist. You have $500 in your wallet in a stack of 20s, and that money is supposed to last you the entire weekend. Food, cabs, shows, gambling, everything. You walk into the Excalibur casino floor on Friday night with your nine friends, and you see on your right a Wheel of Fortune slot machine with a flashing top jackpot of $72,000.

[00:01:39]You feed in a 20, you pull the lever, the wheel spins, you win $40. You feed in another 20, you win nothing. You feed in another 20, you win $120.

[00:01:52]By midnight, [music] you are up $240.

[00:01:55]And you are drinking free Jack and Cokes [music] that a cocktail waitress in a corset brings you every 14 minutes. and you are [music] absolutely certain that you have figured out something that all the other people in this casino have somehow missed. By 3:00 in the morning, you have lost everything [music] you had won, plus another $200 of your original budget. You walk back to your hotel room with $100 left [music] to last you 48 more hours. You sleep for 4 hours. You wake up. You walk back to the casino floor and you feed another $20 bill into the same slot machine. The hook is already in. [music] Tier two, the weekend warrior. You go home to Phoenix on Sunday night. You go to work on Monday morning at the title insurance company where you have been a junior underwriter for 14 months. You sit at your desk in your gray cubicle [music] and you stare at the wall and the wall is no longer the wall. The wall is the Las [music] Vegas strip at night. 3 weeks later, you book another flight.

[00:02:59]This time, you go alone. You stay at the Mirage. You move from slot machines to blackjack because someone in the bachelor [music] party told you that blackjack has the best odds in the casino. And you read a book on the flight that explains basic strategy. You buy in for $500 at a table with a $5 minimum. You play for 6 hours. [music] You leave the table up $270.

[00:03:22]You come back the next month. You stay at Bal's. You buy in for $1,000. You leave up $400. You come back the month after that. You stay at the Flamingo.

[00:03:34]You receive your first compted [music] buffet, a small magnetic strip card from the Players Club that gets you free admission to the Paradise Garden Buffet.

[00:03:42]You stand in the buffet line holding [music] a plate, watching tourists pile crab legs onto trays the size of car [music] windshields, and you understand for the first time in your life that you are not a tourist anymore. You are something else. You are not yet sure what. Tier three, the local grinder. 18 months after your first trip, [music] you quit your job in Phoenix. You load everything you own into the back of a used Honda [music] Civic, and you drive 4 hours and 27 minutes northwest across the desert into Nevada. You rent a one-bedroom apartment in Henderson, [music] 15 minutes south of the strip, for $950 a month. You no longer play blackjack.

[00:04:24]You have moved on to poker, specifically Texas Holde, which you have decided is a game of skill rather than luck. You spend 10 hours a day in the area poker room grinding 25 no limit holdem, which means a game with a $2 small blind and a $5 big blind [music] and an average buyin of $500. Your bankroll is $12,000.

[00:04:46]Your variance is brutal. You go on a 4-week downswing in your second month and you lose 70% of your bankroll. You eat ramen noodles for eight straight days. Then you [ __ ] a tournament at the Venetian, a $350 [music] buyin event with 340 entries. And you finish in third place. [music] And you collect a check for $16,400.

[00:05:10]And you walk out of the [music] Venetian poker room at 4 in the morning with a smile on your face that does not go away [music] for 9 days. You have proven to yourself that this is real. You have proven that the game can be beaten. The truth is that it cannot. The truth is that you got lucky and the variance of poker is just hiding the math from you for now. But you do not know that yet.

[00:05:33]Tier four, the card counter. A pro player at the area, a quiet man in his 50s [music] named Marcus takes you aside one night and tells you to read a book.

[00:05:42]The book is called Beat the Dealer, written by [music] a mathematician named Edward Thorp in 1962.

[00:05:50]You read it in [music] two days. You read three more books that month, including The Big Player by Ken Houston [music] and Million-Dollar Blackjack by Lawrence River. You learn the high low counting system. You learn how to convert running [music] count to true count. You learn how to vary your bet spread based on the count going from $25 on a neutral shoe up to $500 when the count is positive. You practice for 3 months in your apartment with a deck of cards and a stopwatch until you can count down a [music] deck in less than 19 seconds perfectly every time. Then you go to Caesar's palace. You buy in for $5,000 at [music] a black chip blackjack table. You play for 40 minutes. You are up $2,400.

[00:06:35]A pit boss in a black [music] suit walks up to your table. He smiles. He tells you very politely that the property is no longer comfortable [music] with your action and that you are welcome to play any other game in the casino, but that your blackjack play here is concluded.

[00:06:51]You have been backed off. By the end of the month, you are backed [music] off at the Bellagio, the Win, the Mirage, and the Cosmopolitan. You realize [music] with a kind of grim satisfaction that you have now beaten the casino so consistently that the casino itself is [music] asking you to leave. You feel like Robin Hood. You will feel like Robin Hood for exactly 17 more months.

[00:07:15]Tier five, the professional poker player. Counting cards becomes impossible at every major property on the strip within a year because the casinos share a database called Griffin Investigations, and [music] your face and name are now in it. You move full-time into poker. You travel the World Series of Poker Circuit. You play in Atlantic City. You play in Hollywood, Florida. You come back to the Rio [music] every summer for the WSOP main event. In your fourth year as a professional, you cash in the main event for the first time. You finish in 243rd place out of $7,800 entrance, and you collect a payout of $42,300. [music] A small online poker site offers you a sponsorship deal worth 30,000 a year, plus tournament buyins. You buy a Hugo Boss suit for $1,200 to wear at televised final tables. You appear briefly on a poker telecast on a streaming service. Your parents [music] back in Phoenix watch the broadcast and call you afterward to tell [music] you they are proud of you. Even though they still do not really understand what you do for a living, you are 31 years old.

[00:08:26][music] You make on average somewhere between $140,000 and $220,000 a year depending on variance. You have a girlfriend. You have a least BMW. You have for the first time in your life the appearance of stability. The appearance is the operative word. Tier six, [music] the sports better. A poker player you respect. A guy named Dean, who final tabled the WSOP twice, tells you that the smartest money in Las Vegas is not in poker. It is in sports betting. He explains the concept of an edge. He explains that if you can identify a soft line at a sports book, [music] even by half a point, and bet enough volume into it, the math is mathematically superior to anything you can extract from a poker game. You start small. You bet NFL totals at the Westgate Superbook, the largest sports book in Nevada. You build a model on a laptop in your [music] kitchen that adjusts for weather, injury reports, and pace of play. You start hitting 57% [music] against the closing line, which in sports betting is a number that means you are extracting genuine edge from [music] the market.

[00:09:39]Within 2 years, you have accounts at five different sports books. [music] You bet six and seven figures across an NFL Sunday. You hit your first six-fig week in November of your second year. When you walk away from a Sunday slate, up $114,000 on a single afternoon. You stand outside the Westgate Superbook at 1:00 in the morning in the parking lot looking up at the sky and the sky over Las Vegas is so polluted with light that you cannot see a single star. You realize in that moment that you have not seen a star in over four years. You do not know why this thought makes you sad. You go back inside and place another bet. Tier seven. The high roller. The casinos start treating you differently. The Bellagio gives you a one-bedroom suite [music] on the eighth floor comped.

[00:10:30]Every time you visit, your room billing, the total amount the casino reimbures you for room, food, and [music] beverage, runs to $40,000 per trip. You have a personal casino host named Sandra who answers her phone at 3:00 in the morning when you call. She books your dinner reservations at Picasso, at Carbone, [music] at Joel Robush. She arranges limousines from your front door to the airport. She remembers your birthday. She remembers your girlfriend's birthday. She remembers that you do not eat shellfish.

[00:11:02]You play Bakarat now almost exclusively because Bakarat is the game with the lowest house edge for high stakes play and because the [music] casinos run promotional rebates that effectively turn the game into a slight positive expected value proposition for players who can wager enough volume. You bet 5,000 a hand. You bet 10,000 [music] a hand on a good night. You put $2 million through the table and you walk away up60,000.

[00:11:29]On a bad night, you put 2 million through and you walk away [music] down 80,000. The variance is not the same as poker. The variance is brutal, but the comps [music] make up the difference. At least that is what you tell yourself.

[00:11:43]The math on a rolling [music] 12-month basis is more complicated than that, and you do not look at it too closely. If you are still [music] watching at this point, hit the subscribe button right now. I post a new Vegas breakdown like this every single week, and you will [music] not want to miss what happens at tier 10, tier 8, the whale. You are now what the industry calls a whale. The win extends you a $2 million line of [music] credit on a handshake with no collateral. You play in private backat salons with no other players in the room, only a dealer and two pit supervisors and a single floor manager standing in the corner with his hands folded. The minimum bet at your table is $10,000.

[00:12:27]The maximum is $150,000.

[00:12:30]You have a small button on the side of the table that summons a butler who brings you Hennessy Paradis cognac [music] in a crystal glass at exactly the temperature you prefer. The casino president of the win, a man whose name is in the Wall Street Journal three times a year, walks down to your salon personally one Saturday night just to introduce himself. He shakes your hand.

[00:12:53]He thanks you for your business. He hands you his [music] personal mobile number on a small white card with embossed gold lettering. You put the card in your pocket. You feel [music] something you have never felt before in your life, which is the sensation of being treated as if you are not just rich, but important. The sensation is more addictive than any chemical you [music] have ever encountered. It is more addictive than the cards themselves. And from that night forward, you will spend [music] the rest of your gambling career chasing the feeling of being looked at by men whose names are in the [music] Wall Street Journal. The way that man looked at you when he handed you the card. Tier nine, the junkit operator. A friend of a friend, a man named Wei, who runs gambling tours out of Macau and Singapore, approaches you with a business proposition. He wants you to help him bring Asian Wales to Las Vegas. The casinos pay junket operators, [music] a commission, typically 0.8% of total volume wagered, in exchange for [music] delivering players who will put eight figures of action through the tables. You agree.

[00:13:56][music] You take a penthouse at Resorts World as your home base. You fly to Hong Kong four times a year. You sit in private dining [music] rooms in Causeway Bay, drinking Baiju out of small white cups with men who own real estate empires [music] and shipping companies and in two cases modestsized banks. You bring them to Las Vegas. They wager $40 million across a long [music] weekend.

[00:14:20]You collect $320,000 in commission. You also continue to play yourself on the side in your own private salon. You are now operating [music] on both sides of the table. You are both the whale and the man who delivers whales. You tell yourself that this is a position of strategic genius. The winds executive vice president of player development [music] tells you the same thing. At a private dinner at Sinatra inside the encore while a violinist [music] plays something Italian in the corner. Both of you are lying and both of you know it. and [music] neither of you cares. Tier 10, the VIP host's best friend. By the time you turn 39, you have become a permanent [music] fixture in the Las Vegas highstakes ecosystem.

[00:15:04]The Cosmopolitan throws you a private birthday party in a penthouse on the 60th floor of the East Tower. with a guest list of 42 people that includes a sitting United States [music] senator from Nevada, two NBA Allstars, the lead actress from a Netflix show in its third season, [music] and the executive chef of a three-star Michelin restaurant in Hong Kong. The Cosmopolitan installs a small brass plaque on the wall of one of its [music] private gaming salons with your name engraved on it. You have a driver named Roberto who is on 24-hour standby. You have a private jet share with a fractional ownership company called [music] Wheels Up. You have restaurant reservations available at 30 minutes notice at every restaurant on the strip. [music] Your personal casino host at the Bellagio, the woman named Sandra, who has been your host for 9 years, is invited to your wedding.

[00:15:59][music] You marry your girlfriend on a beach in Anguila. The Bellagio pays for the entire wedding. The total cost is $1.1 million. The Bellagio expenses it as a marketing investment in your continued play. [music] You do not stop to ask yourself what kind of person becomes a marketing investment for a casino corporation. You do not have time. You are too busy living the life that [music] you have spent 20 years building. Tier 11. The casino [music] insider. A Saudi investor approaches you at a charity poker event in Beverly Hills. He represents a consortium [music] that is purchasing a controlling stake in an off-strip casino property called Palace Station. He wants you to come on as a minority equity partner with a 6% stake in exchange for an investment of $14 million. The expected return, he tells you, is double digits annually. You write the check.

[00:16:56]You sign the paperwork on a Tuesday afternoon in a conference room at a law firm in Summerland. You are now for the first time in your life on the other side of the table. You sit in on quarterly board meetings. You read internal financial reports about hold percentages, theoretical win, and customer reinvestment ratios. You see, for the first time, the actual math of the gambling industry from the inside.

[00:17:21]The math is grotesque. Every single business [music] unit in the casino, from the slot floor to the high limit room to the buffet to the parking garage, is engineered to extract a precise, calculated, mathematically inevitable percentage [music] of every dollar that walks through the front door. You see the customer database. You see the lifetime value calculations [music] on individual players. You see your own name in the database listed as a quote unquote priority retention target with a calculated lifetime value to the property of $43 million. You stare at that number for a long time.

[00:18:01]You do not say anything. You sign off on the quarterly report. You go home. That night, for the first time in 20 years, you cannot sleep because you have just realized with the kind of [music] clarity that comes only at 3:00 in the morning that the casinos have always known exactly what you were worth down to the dollar and that they have been managing you the way a rancher manages cattle for the entire time. Tier 12, the fall. You decide in a fit of something you would later call clarity, but that was actually rage that you are going to beat the system. You are going [music] to use everything you have learned, the counting, the poker, the sports modeling, the backarat rebates, [music] the comps, all of it to extract a single enormous score that will let you walk away. You begin a campaign in February.

[00:18:52]You move $27 million in personal funds across six different properties. You play bakarat, blackjack, and high stakes punto banko from 11 at night [music] until 6:00 in the morning every night for eight straight months. You sleep [music] 4 hours a day. You stop seeing your wife. You stop returning Sandra's phone calls. You burn through $2 million in your first 6 weeks. You convince yourself that the variance is simply taking a long [music] time to reverse.

[00:19:20]You take down a $4 million pot at the Bellagio in May. You give it all back over the next 11 days. You take a $6 million marker from the win in June. You blow through it in 19 hours. By August, your total draw down across all properties is $47 million. The wind calls in your line of credit on a Tuesday morning. The Bellagio calls in their marker the same afternoon. The MGM calls in theirs an [music] hour later.

[00:19:49]The properties have been talking to each other. They have all decided at [music] the same time that you are no longer a viable investment.

[00:19:58]The marketing is [music] over. You sit on the floor of your penthouse at Resorts World on a Wednesday morning in late August and the federal marshals are knocking on your door because you have written checks against accounts that no longer have funds in them and that is a felony in the state of Nevada. Your wife has already left. Sandra has already [music] stopped answering her phone. The Saudi Investors Law Firm has already filed a motion to remove you from the Palace Station ownership group. The marshals knock again. You stand up. You open the door. You hold out your hands.

[00:20:31]They put you in handcuffs. You ride the elevator down 60 floors in silence. You walk through the lobby of Resorts World with your hands behind your back. And a 100 tourists watch you go past. And [music] one of them takes a photograph with her phone. and the photograph will appear on a Las Vegas tabloid [music] blog by that evening with a headline that calls you a fallen whale. You sit in the back of the federal marshall's vehicle [music] and through the tinted window you watch the Las Vegas strip slide past you for what you suspect will be the last time in a long time. The fountains at the Bellagio, the pyramid of the Luxor, the sphere of the resorts world globe lit up against the morning sky. You think back to the bachelor [music] party at the Excalibur 23 years ago when you had $500 [music] in your pocket and you fed your first 20 into a Wheel of Fortune slot machine and you won $40 [music] and you thought for one electric second that you had figured out something the rest of the world had missed. You think [music] about Tyler, your friend who got married that weekend, who is now a high school principal in Tempe with three children [music] and a marriage that lasted. You think about the man you might have become if your plane had landed somewhere else, anywhere else on that Friday in late September. The Marshall's vehicle merges [music] onto the freeway.

[00:21:54]The strip disappears behind you. And you understand finally what every casino host [music] you ever drank with already knew, which is that nobody beats Las Vegas in the end. They just let some people [music] stay at the table a little longer than others before the math which has always [music] been there and which has always been waiting finally comes for them. If this video kept you watching all the way to the end, do me a favor, hit that subscribe button, smash the like button, and drop a comment telling me which gambler [music] tier you would have stopped at or which one would have been the one that got you. I read every [music] single comment and I post a new deep dive into the world of highstakes [music] gambling and Las Vegas every single week. So, if you want to see more videos like [music] this one, the next one is already waiting for you on screen right