Many times when I hit the tables, it's common knowledge in our little LFGS and to the good ol' boys in Red Steel: Los Angeles that my luck with the dice is never good.
However, there are some very rare days that they roll like a bald eagle with it's ass feathers lit on fire. Yesterday, was one of those middle days. I didn't have to throw any models across the room but we weren't smelling burnt eagle ass feathers either.