Best advise i got was a from a trucker at a craps table in Stateline, NV. He and i were the only people at the table. As i walked up, he asked me if i was for him, or against him, i said for him (the endless stream of $100 chips in front of him made it hard to argue) so he said, "do what i do." and with my $10 chips I copied him and passed the dice every time. I walked away much richer that night, in money, but even much more better off in understanding.... The market is the same way... I don't have any of the money I made that night, but he's made me a killing with the advise he imparted on me.
Thanks Trucker Dude with the sunglasses, after midnight, at Whiskey Petes that scared the F out of me but taught me a lesson.
Is that a roundabout way of saying don’t fight the fed?