Gamblor said:
Think of it this way.
L $1000, W $1000, L $1000, W $1000, L $1000
Rebate would be $600? Huge if you can get your win rate closer to 50%, and not 40% in this example.
I was thinking more along the line of total losses as opposed to individual losing sessions, like:
L $1000, W $1000, L $1000, W $1000, L $1000 = -$1,000, or $200 rebate. Who knows, you're probably right.
As far as whether he's an AP, I know a lot of people think casino management may not be sharp at times (and we don't know how much this guy lost before his heater), but I can't really see this:
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John Dough, carrying his brushed aluminum Halliburton, entered the Trop and strolled quickly to the high-limit room. A familiar voice greeted him as he stepped up to the felt.
"Hi, John!", Maureen 'Mo' Dealy smiled.
"Hey, Mo."
Mr. Dough's hand slipped into his pocket to retrieve his player's card. With a snap, he deftly spun the plastic rectangle, landing it softly by the playing cards spread neatly on the table. With one motion, he swung the briefcase onto the half orb, popped the chromed latches, and grabbed eight large stacks of $100 bills held together with rubber bands. He placed the cash on the table and Mo quickly counted the greenbacks using the bill counter hidden beneath the table.
One million dollars.
With two hands, Mo stacked off five rows of $10,000 casino chips and slid them to Mr. Dough. He viscerally pushed ten of the chips into the betting circle.
"Checks play!", Mo shouted to a man a few paces away.
Pit boss Will Heatly, barely awake even though it was 3 A.M., walked over to the table.
"Nice to see you again, Mr. Dough. In town long?"
"Just 12 hours this time."
Mr. Heatly swiped the magnetic striped card and handed it back to Mr. Dough.
"Let me know if you need a comp to the buffet or something".
"Sure thing. Thanks."
With that, Heatly quickly returned to another table to observe some suspicious looking characters betting between $25 and $200 per hand. Card counters, he thought. Do they think we're stupid?
Time seemed to freeze in the oxygen-enriched, clockless, soulless environment of the casino. Eight hours had passed, and though the morning sun had long since risen, it still felt early to Heatly. He was smiling from his earlier victory against the card counting team, effectively stopping them with early shuffles, cattle prods, and other counter-measures. His boss would surely notice him now. Heatly passed the still-present Mr. Dough as he prepared to leave the pit area for the final time that day.
"Doin' any good?" Heatly was in a hurry to go home.
Dough made a hand gesture toward nearly five million dollars worth of chips in front of him.
"Up a little. You know how it goes."
"Sure do. Well, hope to see you soon, and good luck!"
"Thanks."
As Heatly rushed away, Dough looked down and smiled at the black ace and red jack the new dealer had pitched him. Good luck indeed, he thought.
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Seriously, guy is betting $100k a hand. I would think anyone employed by the casino with any knowledge of AP blackjack is sweating the guy pretty hard. They have to have a couple of decent security folks/pit personnel at the Trop, right? It's not exactly their first rodeo, and they're more in the business of 'sure-thinging' than they are gambling, so one would expect that if they thought he had any edge at all they would have booted him. Stranger things have happened, of course.
What do I know, though. If I had any sense, I'd be grinding away in a casino right now exploiting my micro-advantage at VP.
Best ~ L.I.A.