Kaiser
Well-Known Member
Ok, I've read numerous stories here of people being backed off, getting heat from pit bosses, etc. But do you ever find yourself in a situation where you can pretty much be as blatant as you want with your counting?
Last night I had a few drinks and couldn't get my foggy brain to keep the count accurately. So I started counting along under my breath with my hand over my face. Then when the round was over and I got a new running count total, I'd pick a hockey player to help me remember the number. So starting out with Gordie Howe (a 9, doing KISS III with 6 decks). If after a round the count went +3 we're not at Jarome Iginla. I'd sit there mumbling "Iginla.... yeah, Jarome Iginla...".
Of course after a while that wasn't even working too well, because there was so much talking and joking going on at the table (and the hot waitress did not help). So I just started making a pile of chips to keep count. I coloured up and got 5 $1 chips so I could do this. I'd have 2 $5's and 2 $1's for my count of 12. If it went up 3, I'd take away the singles and add another $5 chip for a 15 count. I did this all friggin' night and didn't catch even a whiff of heat for it. Hell, I'd look at my stack, count that it was now up to 25 and curse that I had been betting small, then I'd go from min to max bet on the next hand.
There are pit people cruising all the time there, and they'd stop to watch the dealer for a minute, but no one seemed to mind the drunk guy constantly flipping chips around in front of him.
I'm thinking of trying a pen and paper next time. :laugh:
Last night I had a few drinks and couldn't get my foggy brain to keep the count accurately. So I started counting along under my breath with my hand over my face. Then when the round was over and I got a new running count total, I'd pick a hockey player to help me remember the number. So starting out with Gordie Howe (a 9, doing KISS III with 6 decks). If after a round the count went +3 we're not at Jarome Iginla. I'd sit there mumbling "Iginla.... yeah, Jarome Iginla...".
Of course after a while that wasn't even working too well, because there was so much talking and joking going on at the table (and the hot waitress did not help). So I just started making a pile of chips to keep count. I coloured up and got 5 $1 chips so I could do this. I'd have 2 $5's and 2 $1's for my count of 12. If it went up 3, I'd take away the singles and add another $5 chip for a 15 count. I did this all friggin' night and didn't catch even a whiff of heat for it. Hell, I'd look at my stack, count that it was now up to 25 and curse that I had been betting small, then I'd go from min to max bet on the next hand.
There are pit people cruising all the time there, and they'd stop to watch the dealer for a minute, but no one seemed to mind the drunk guy constantly flipping chips around in front of him.
I'm thinking of trying a pen and paper next time. :laugh: