EasyRhino
Well-Known Member
Dear Diary,
Sorry I haven't been able to update more frequently. Today's subject, my impending doom.
My noobish counting efforts have been proceeding fairly while. For the last few months, each weekend I'll hit up a few different Indian casinos in my area.
I'm still using basic KO count, and maybe 10 or so indices. I'm still not brilliantly fast, but I can keep up at a crowded table, and proceed at a good clip when playing heads-up. I still have no act whatsover, although I am moderately chatty at the tables.
One tactical innovation I've started doing is playing two hands when possible, both to eat more cards from the civilians in high counts, and to smooth variance (and get a little more money on the table) when the count skyrockets. I've become a big of spreading, despite the feeling that it could generate more heat.
My ability to tolerate risk has increased substantially. This is due in large part to online bonus hustling, where I'll sometimes play a few hundred a hand.
Speaking of heat, I've learned that if you're betting under $100 around here, there just isn't any. The casino just doesn't give a damn. This is fine, as I'll spend anywhere between 4-12 hours at one shop.
Bankroll wise, I've gone from the $500 starting stake in September, and a little over $1000 from my first baby steps in Missouri, to, as of today, just over $2700. Plus, I've have a few thousand in my Neteller account from hustling online bonuses over the last few months. Combined, they actually mean that a $50 max bet puts me slightly under 1% Kelly. This is kind of exciting, it means there's light at the end of the tunnel where I can increase my spread.
And that brings up to today's subject: I feel like there is a big sword hanging over my head, and it's just waiting to fall on me.
I've decided that I've experienced fair-to-good flux so far. In fact, I've only had one losing weekend out of 9. As a diisclaimer, on a few weekends I've been down a lot, say, $500 (50-100 units, depending), and just played for a very long time until coming out ahead. It's not exactly the sagefrog method of walking away from a win early, but I'll definitely confess to chasing my losses.
This weekend, I got back from being out of town two weeks without any play. Plus, I'll be out of town next weekend before Xmas. I also had a crapload of comp coupons from a couple of casinos that I had to go redeem. I really felt it was my moral duty to play.
However, I felt an amazing feeling of dread and trepidation going walking into the casinos Saturday and Sunday. I thought It was coming, the trip bankruptcy that would cripple my payroll, crush my spirit, and send me off with my tail between my legs. Instead, on Saturday, after dropping $1-200 early, I came back to win a few hundred. I even won $50 with a slot coupon. So then, on Sunday, I thought "okay, that lulled me into complacency, now I'm doomed. But it was a similar deal, I lost $1-$200 early, then ended up winning a few hundred bucks. Heck, I was even about to leave, and a new dealer moved in who had destroyed me a couple of months ago, so I stayed and played a shoe which never really went positive, but I won about $25. It actually turned into my best weekend.
Strangely, I was looking forward to losing. I figure that I'm due some bad luck, and any winning sessions now are just prologing the inevitable, and will make the blow even harder when it finally does hit me with past due interest.
Man it's gonna hurt.
Sorry I haven't been able to update more frequently. Today's subject, my impending doom.
My noobish counting efforts have been proceeding fairly while. For the last few months, each weekend I'll hit up a few different Indian casinos in my area.
I'm still using basic KO count, and maybe 10 or so indices. I'm still not brilliantly fast, but I can keep up at a crowded table, and proceed at a good clip when playing heads-up. I still have no act whatsover, although I am moderately chatty at the tables.
One tactical innovation I've started doing is playing two hands when possible, both to eat more cards from the civilians in high counts, and to smooth variance (and get a little more money on the table) when the count skyrockets. I've become a big of spreading, despite the feeling that it could generate more heat.
My ability to tolerate risk has increased substantially. This is due in large part to online bonus hustling, where I'll sometimes play a few hundred a hand.
Speaking of heat, I've learned that if you're betting under $100 around here, there just isn't any. The casino just doesn't give a damn. This is fine, as I'll spend anywhere between 4-12 hours at one shop.
Bankroll wise, I've gone from the $500 starting stake in September, and a little over $1000 from my first baby steps in Missouri, to, as of today, just over $2700. Plus, I've have a few thousand in my Neteller account from hustling online bonuses over the last few months. Combined, they actually mean that a $50 max bet puts me slightly under 1% Kelly. This is kind of exciting, it means there's light at the end of the tunnel where I can increase my spread.
And that brings up to today's subject: I feel like there is a big sword hanging over my head, and it's just waiting to fall on me.
I've decided that I've experienced fair-to-good flux so far. In fact, I've only had one losing weekend out of 9. As a diisclaimer, on a few weekends I've been down a lot, say, $500 (50-100 units, depending), and just played for a very long time until coming out ahead. It's not exactly the sagefrog method of walking away from a win early, but I'll definitely confess to chasing my losses.
This weekend, I got back from being out of town two weeks without any play. Plus, I'll be out of town next weekend before Xmas. I also had a crapload of comp coupons from a couple of casinos that I had to go redeem. I really felt it was my moral duty to play.
However, I felt an amazing feeling of dread and trepidation going walking into the casinos Saturday and Sunday. I thought It was coming, the trip bankruptcy that would cripple my payroll, crush my spirit, and send me off with my tail between my legs. Instead, on Saturday, after dropping $1-200 early, I came back to win a few hundred. I even won $50 with a slot coupon. So then, on Sunday, I thought "okay, that lulled me into complacency, now I'm doomed. But it was a similar deal, I lost $1-$200 early, then ended up winning a few hundred bucks. Heck, I was even about to leave, and a new dealer moved in who had destroyed me a couple of months ago, so I stayed and played a shoe which never really went positive, but I won about $25. It actually turned into my best weekend.
Strangely, I was looking forward to losing. I figure that I'm due some bad luck, and any winning sessions now are just prologing the inevitable, and will make the blow even harder when it finally does hit me with past due interest.
Man it's gonna hurt.