Kaiser
Well-Known Member
I played in a casino last night for about two hours. The place was a ghost town. Only one (one!) blackjack table open when I walked in, with two people at it. The roulette wheel was empty, as were most of the other tables like Let It Ride, etc. There were maybe 7 people playing table games; there were actually more pit staff and dealers there than there were players.
So I'm playing away at first base with these two guys, thinking they were great because they were good cover. Betting on hunches, winning quit a bit, and either cursing or cheering the dealer depending on how *every* hand went (in a nice, funny way though).
So the drunker of the two leaves "to burn down the Let It Ride table" and it's just two of us. We have a new dealer, so the pit boss is standing right beside him making sure he's doing everything properly. I never see this guy on the floor, so he must be the king of the pitbosses or something. The other regular grumpy pitboss is standing 5 feet away watching the table, and so is this other lady who I see in the pit quite a bit. There is also the dealer from the empty table beside us watching pretty closely.
So what do I do with all these eyes on the play? Spread 1-10 exactly with the count, without even a drop of cover play. I go from 3 unit bets to 10 unit bets without blinking. I win a couple of 10 unit bets and then drop to a single unit when the count tanks. Bring it on, crew! Except... they don't. They would just casually glance away, walk over to do something else, etc. No one cared.
So at the end of the final shoe of the night before closing, the count spikes up and I lose several big bets. I buy in for a second 20 units and bet 10. Up and down a few times, and the pitboss tells the dealer 3 hands left (they close at a certain time and always do this). I keep the max bet out there, and the dude at third decides to try and get his losses back by going to two spots at table max, 10 units for him too). He's just doing it for the hell of it, little does he know he's betting exactly right, and he makes a nice little stack of chips for himself. I smile knowingly. :grin:
I ended up only winning 10 units (lady luck is a whore), but the absolute lack of scrutiny while spreading to my heart's content was really cool. These guys were so busy watching this new dealer that they completely ignored what I was doing! I love this place.
BTW, having a green dealer is fun. Dealing speed is not lightning fast, so keeping up was super easy. He made quite a few mistakes too, like not paying the other guys on sidebets they won, and doing things out of order, etc. I split aces one hand, he gives me a 4, then says "five or fifteen". I look at him, pause, then push out another chip and say "double down!" and laugh. Another hand I had 8,6 and drew another 8. He puts his hand out waiting for my play. I tell him "stand". He starts to go over to the next player, and I had to tell him "uh, I think 22 is too many". :laugh:
So I'm playing away at first base with these two guys, thinking they were great because they were good cover. Betting on hunches, winning quit a bit, and either cursing or cheering the dealer depending on how *every* hand went (in a nice, funny way though).
So the drunker of the two leaves "to burn down the Let It Ride table" and it's just two of us. We have a new dealer, so the pit boss is standing right beside him making sure he's doing everything properly. I never see this guy on the floor, so he must be the king of the pitbosses or something. The other regular grumpy pitboss is standing 5 feet away watching the table, and so is this other lady who I see in the pit quite a bit. There is also the dealer from the empty table beside us watching pretty closely.
So what do I do with all these eyes on the play? Spread 1-10 exactly with the count, without even a drop of cover play. I go from 3 unit bets to 10 unit bets without blinking. I win a couple of 10 unit bets and then drop to a single unit when the count tanks. Bring it on, crew! Except... they don't. They would just casually glance away, walk over to do something else, etc. No one cared.
So at the end of the final shoe of the night before closing, the count spikes up and I lose several big bets. I buy in for a second 20 units and bet 10. Up and down a few times, and the pitboss tells the dealer 3 hands left (they close at a certain time and always do this). I keep the max bet out there, and the dude at third decides to try and get his losses back by going to two spots at table max, 10 units for him too). He's just doing it for the hell of it, little does he know he's betting exactly right, and he makes a nice little stack of chips for himself. I smile knowingly. :grin:
I ended up only winning 10 units (lady luck is a whore), but the absolute lack of scrutiny while spreading to my heart's content was really cool. These guys were so busy watching this new dealer that they completely ignored what I was doing! I love this place.
BTW, having a green dealer is fun. Dealing speed is not lightning fast, so keeping up was super easy. He made quite a few mistakes too, like not paying the other guys on sidebets they won, and doing things out of order, etc. I split aces one hand, he gives me a 4, then says "five or fifteen". I look at him, pause, then push out another chip and say "double down!" and laugh. Another hand I had 8,6 and drew another 8. He puts his hand out waiting for my play. I tell him "stand". He starts to go over to the next player, and I had to tell him "uh, I think 22 is too many". :laugh:
