I'll never forget the first time I saw a hop bet. A very nervous man was the shooter, and he kept staring at a beautiful young woman at the opposite end of the table. She was wearing a tight, low cut dress that looked like she was poured into it. Every time this petite brunette bent over the table, all of the players would hold their collective breaths, hoping that she would finally become unleashed. The shooter's point was six, and he had made his previous two points. There was lots of money on the hard ways, and the six was piled high with chips. Our shooter suddenly got the bright idea to make a hop bet. "33 hopping", he said, throwing the dealer a green chip. He tossed the dice, and one of them did actually "hop" up off the table, into the young lady's endowments! "Same dice", he immediately yelled! Everyone was quiet as she fished out the die and handed it to the dealer. He "inspected" it and gingerly gave it back to the shooter. The shooter held it tight, and brought the other one to it, and tossed them both into the opposite corner. "Hard six" the dealer said. The shooter had won. It was a very, very, lucky hop. It was a hard six assisted by two 38's!