One factor in the game is the tendency of dealers (hidden under the table) to hyperventilate. Learning to rig the game effectively means them being careful when and how hard to blow.
Why didn't anyone acknowledge the humour here? This is a great piece of written comedy, so dry and understated, and masterfully deadpan.
Before I read this, I was feeling quite sombre, and intensely focused on the next win, much like a Great White, focused on the next kill, slowly approaching the dancing shadows in the shallows... But since reading this, I'm in a very happy mood.
Allow me to address this issue and pay dues (so to speak):
Ulysses, that's frickN' hilarious, I keep on chuckling to myself over and over. My friends dig it too.
C'mon, Lighten up punters... If that's at all possible ... Perhaps I'm the pariah and can't relate because I'm not a hardcore gambler (?)