phantom007
Well-Known Member
During a recent trip, the following situation developed. I was playing 1st Base with 2 other players in a SD game. The Count was +10 going into the 3rd, and usually final round. I had my max. bet out, $30. (much less than usual thanks to Estimated Tax Payments). The shortstop position was taken by an African-American female using a 10:1 spread...i.e., her weight was about 10x her estimated age of 35. I was only playing one hand, instead of my usual 2 at this Count, due to her insistance that my flip-flopping between 1-2 hands was giving the Dealer "all the good cards", and I did not want any extra attention to my playing style.
3rd Base was occupied by another African-American, a male who looked to be about 19, and who was dressed like a Gang Member. He had bought in for $100., lost two hands in a row, at bets of $10. each, so wisely placed his remaining $80. in the betting circle.
The cards are dealt. Dealer shows a "6" up...sweet. The Count is now +12. I look at my cards...as expected, a "10 & 9"...the Count drops to +9. Ms. Shortstop flips over a "6 & 5", doubling her $10. bet, then peeking, then throwing her "down" card, a "2", up for all to see...and the Count is now +14. 3rd Base flips over his "A & 3", then retrieves $80. in mixed bills from his billfold, so as to Double-Down. He likewise peeks then exposes his drawn Ace. The Count is now +15.
Time for the Dealer to Bust-out. He flips over a "4". Not good. The Count is now +17, he is going to get a "10"...but he draws a "6"...the Count shoots to +19, then he does not bust out with a "10", but rather a "7", which makes the Count +20.
Bedlam breaks out at the table. The other Players are screaming, hooping, hollerin', high-fiving, hugging, etc. The Dealer is even laughing, and congratulating the others on their good fortunes. The PC comes over, all smiles, to observe the party.
And I sit there, staring at the Dealer's "7" like a deer in the headlights. That should have been a "10". What if the Dealer screws up and deals another round? Should I let my winning ride? The remaining deck is likely nothing but ""10's" plus the unplayed Ace that my sidecount says should be in there somewhere. If the Dealer gets an Ace-up? Insurance...Definately!
Then, my daydream is broken...I realize that everyone is looking at me...the players, the Dealer, and the PC. Ms. Shortstop comments on "my cool". The PC then said "He's cool because he knew what cards were coming. He's a Card Counter."
Everyone (but me) chuckles...I am trying to remember the closest exit. But the PC just walks over to the adjoining table to approve change. I decided that my planned sprint to the door would be a little obvious, so I keep playing my system through the next deck, then calmly colour-up and leave.
So, TO THE POINT of this Post, I was not barred because:
A. The PC was joking.
B. The PC did not think I was very good.
C. My $10-30. spread did not threaten the Casino.
Would appreciate input and experience of others!
Thanks.
3rd Base was occupied by another African-American, a male who looked to be about 19, and who was dressed like a Gang Member. He had bought in for $100., lost two hands in a row, at bets of $10. each, so wisely placed his remaining $80. in the betting circle.
The cards are dealt. Dealer shows a "6" up...sweet. The Count is now +12. I look at my cards...as expected, a "10 & 9"...the Count drops to +9. Ms. Shortstop flips over a "6 & 5", doubling her $10. bet, then peeking, then throwing her "down" card, a "2", up for all to see...and the Count is now +14. 3rd Base flips over his "A & 3", then retrieves $80. in mixed bills from his billfold, so as to Double-Down. He likewise peeks then exposes his drawn Ace. The Count is now +15.
Time for the Dealer to Bust-out. He flips over a "4". Not good. The Count is now +17, he is going to get a "10"...but he draws a "6"...the Count shoots to +19, then he does not bust out with a "10", but rather a "7", which makes the Count +20.
Bedlam breaks out at the table. The other Players are screaming, hooping, hollerin', high-fiving, hugging, etc. The Dealer is even laughing, and congratulating the others on their good fortunes. The PC comes over, all smiles, to observe the party.
And I sit there, staring at the Dealer's "7" like a deer in the headlights. That should have been a "10". What if the Dealer screws up and deals another round? Should I let my winning ride? The remaining deck is likely nothing but ""10's" plus the unplayed Ace that my sidecount says should be in there somewhere. If the Dealer gets an Ace-up? Insurance...Definately!
Then, my daydream is broken...I realize that everyone is looking at me...the players, the Dealer, and the PC. Ms. Shortstop comments on "my cool". The PC then said "He's cool because he knew what cards were coming. He's a Card Counter."
Everyone (but me) chuckles...I am trying to remember the closest exit. But the PC just walks over to the adjoining table to approve change. I decided that my planned sprint to the door would be a little obvious, so I keep playing my system through the next deck, then calmly colour-up and leave.
So, TO THE POINT of this Post, I was not barred because:
A. The PC was joking.
B. The PC did not think I was very good.
C. My $10-30. spread did not threaten the Casino.
Would appreciate input and experience of others!
Thanks.