I believe in the bird crapping on you. I was at the track and a seagull crapped on me. I won the trifecta!!

Itchy palms is totally different

 

What money?

 

I've been shit on by a pigeon once and by a seagull twice. It never helped me!

 

Were you standing really still??

 

I'm only superstitious when I play craps. Someone walks up to the table and asks, "How do you play this game?" "How do you lose? Seven-out.

Someone utters the number seven -- seven-out.

Dice hit the chips. This one has been dicey lately -- it used to be a reliable seven-out but now it's usually a seven-out or a craps (which, after the point's been set, who cares).

I did have a lucky pair of black-and-red socks that netted me $5,000 at a DD table at the MGM. (Also won $1,000 on a quarter WoF slot in Baltimore with those socks on, killing time while one of my buddies went to go pry the other one from the $15 six-deck BJ table.) I learned last trip that the luck is all gone in those socks -- lost seven DD shoes in a row.

 

Look at my avatar, I don't move fastlike.

 

Built for comfort.....not speed?

 

I don't have any gambling superstitions of my own (maybe I'd win more if I did), but one of my buddies is full on nuts with his superstitions at a craps table. He will not stack his chips neatly in the rail, has to be in a messy pile; when the dice are passed to him he has to look around the casino to find a good looking woman and whichever two dice he is touching at the time are the ones he will pick up (if it's all ugly chicks in there, we're fucked); if he is rolling when I walk up to the table I can't join the game (only me, anyone else is okay) or else it is a certain seven out. He has all the normal craps superstitions also, but those are the "unique" ones.

 

It's all relative.

 

I'm with him on the messy pile. I don't fit them into the rail until there is a new shooter.