"It's impossible to beat", or so they say, but I muse upon it late at night, it cheers me up, consoles me for the wreckage that are my finances.
By "They" I mean the mathematicians, the statisticians, the physicists. The "Experts".
Still I think about it. I've always fancied I'm a bit of an undiscovered maths genius, my talent dormant, undeveloped, undiscovered. Like that janitor in that movie I didn't see. And if you could beat it, would you say? Really? Would you announce your discovery to the world, package and sell it on the internet in easy-to-master systems and lessons? Or would you simply go to the casino, lie quiet and low and slowly make a fortune. Because if people knew there was a system, a way to beat the wheel, they'd change the rules. No one is allowed to win at the Casino, unless by accident.
So maybe there is a system. The experts have been wrong before. Think of the world being round, think of flying. Think of the recent financial disasters on Wall Street.
I follow news stories about big wins, about Romanian gangs in Europe that travel the casinos and track the speed of the ball, about biased wheels, about strange runs of luck and chance....
And I think about my system. I should test the math, run simulations, hundreds of them, thousands, but that would defeat the purpose.
I muse upon it, late at night, to console me for the wreckage that are my finances.