Parx always has left a bad taste in my mouth when I leave. Granted this may be because my roll is only 15k and even a young spry chicken like myself can grow weary of backcounting the 25 min 6 deckers. What really pisses me off is the covered discard tray. Well my friends, this is no more!! Now- I use an unbalanced count- but it is just so refreshing when wonging and just leaves them so much more...exposed.
They also have lightened up on the minimums. There were alot of 15 minimums open right up till 9 or ten when the greedy bastards uped them all. In my experience recently they were all $25 in the day and night with maybe a 15 here or there.
The biggest problem now is the cards themselves. This small print kills me. At Harrahs chester they have the cards with the HUGE print. I love that.I can identify a card instantly from 15 feet away in a flash while ogling the jub-jubs of a passing waitress simultaneously.
More realistically the penetration is of concern as they use a slot on the shoe to ensure a mediocre cutoff. However I was playing a dealer who was cutting very deep regardless by manipulating the cards somehow to cut deeper. This made me happy.
I was there 7 hours and won $1090. A decent score for me.
However I had anger problems again. I understand controlling emotions is a large part of successful AP but they're just so annoying.
Problem is when i jump in the dealer starts slamming 20 and blackjack down in front of herself more often then not. This means I am doing my job but the plops don't like it. Muttering and mean stares are the norm and I deal.
But this guy is standing on first base chewin my ear off and he's got this vein, this godamned vein poppin out on his neck.
"ever since you came we lose. You SCREWED the cards up!! Blah blah blah"
I state calmly-"if you are losing , it is because you suck, not because of me"
Plop lies- "I've been here all day winning and you come f%$# it up"
Anger at pulsating vein is too much to contain-
"what you need to do is go ahead and F#$% off then"
Plop pulls his bet back convinced he will lose if he bets. Dealer shows an ace. Dealer flips a blackjack.
"YOU!- YOU did it to me- you ****ed up the cards!" I shout not really upset at the outcome of the min bet but really trying to get under this guys skin. Pit boss was busy but I noticed she shot me a glance now.
He stares at the blackjack and turns red, perplexed that he had done this and truly infuriated. The cut card had come out mercifully. I was laughing out loud as this was genuinly funny to me.
They also have lightened up on the minimums. There were alot of 15 minimums open right up till 9 or ten when the greedy bastards uped them all. In my experience recently they were all $25 in the day and night with maybe a 15 here or there.
The biggest problem now is the cards themselves. This small print kills me. At Harrahs chester they have the cards with the HUGE print. I love that.I can identify a card instantly from 15 feet away in a flash while ogling the jub-jubs of a passing waitress simultaneously.
More realistically the penetration is of concern as they use a slot on the shoe to ensure a mediocre cutoff. However I was playing a dealer who was cutting very deep regardless by manipulating the cards somehow to cut deeper. This made me happy.
I was there 7 hours and won $1090. A decent score for me.
However I had anger problems again. I understand controlling emotions is a large part of successful AP but they're just so annoying.
Problem is when i jump in the dealer starts slamming 20 and blackjack down in front of herself more often then not. This means I am doing my job but the plops don't like it. Muttering and mean stares are the norm and I deal.
But this guy is standing on first base chewin my ear off and he's got this vein, this godamned vein poppin out on his neck.
"ever since you came we lose. You SCREWED the cards up!! Blah blah blah"
I state calmly-"if you are losing , it is because you suck, not because of me"
Plop lies- "I've been here all day winning and you come f%$# it up"
Anger at pulsating vein is too much to contain-
"what you need to do is go ahead and F#$% off then"
Plop pulls his bet back convinced he will lose if he bets. Dealer shows an ace. Dealer flips a blackjack.
"YOU!- YOU did it to me- you ****ed up the cards!" I shout not really upset at the outcome of the min bet but really trying to get under this guys skin. Pit boss was busy but I noticed she shot me a glance now.
He stares at the blackjack and turns red, perplexed that he had done this and truly infuriated. The cut card had come out mercifully. I was laughing out loud as this was genuinly funny to me.