AnIrishmannot2brite
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"You may play any of our other games sir" the polite supervisor said to me early early this am.
I thanked him, went to rest room, took a deep breath and left the casino.
3:2, Double any two cards, one card on split aces, DAS, H17. $5.00 min, $300.00 max.
Here's what happened. Starting at about 2am I hit the six deck shoes heads up. Wed eve being a slow night as usual. Largely betting small cover bets: Ie, short stacks of reds occasionally single red chip when deck below neutral. Neutral defined as zero but still giving away a house edge.
When not having an advantage I was typically doubling or tripling very small initial wagers but making the stacks seem to be similar in height as in higher counts when I dropped a single red on top of a stack of greens. If my doubling won or lost I returned to the baseline low five buck minimum.I didn't wave many black chips around.
OK so it took me three friggin shoes to get a decent high count about 2/3rds the way through the shoe. The reason i don't like six deck shoes: Time wasters. But anyway since I had been playing two and three spots (rarely) it had created the precedent of multiple hands. And I really creamed that shoe. About a $900.00 profit from that shoe alone.
Hey, it was FUN!
OK now maybe I should have gone home but the dealer, a hot twenty something winked at me and said: "Let's just play just one shoe more again".
How could i say no?
Well about halfway into another six deck shoe the floor super starts milling around. He acts like he knows me and asks if I'm having a good time. I decide not to lie and say something like "the cards have been good to me". All done in fake drunken accent.
For the resident idiots here: This is my cover: A Dumb, drunken Irishman.
Suddenly the count drops like a rock. I don't even bother to calculate the true negative count as it was like -22 after i lose the count staring at the gorgeous rack above the hands dealing the cards...
Be that as it may I decide to pull a cover play with the floor super sitting on my left. My plan was to look stupid and then quickly leave with the money i made from the previous shoe. I put twenty dollars on three spots. Looks (and is) a real idiot's play. She deals:
She's holding a ten up card and I get three stiffs! I get the feeling that her hole card has to be low. So just for the hell of it I double ALL my three stiffs! $120 dollars on the table instead of sixty at three spots. She's probably gonna have to hit her hand what with the count maybe near minus 24, and I'm thinking that my chances of going bust are low. Why not have a little fun?
"If this works I'm goin home" I said to her. Loud enough for not only her super but the whole room to hear.
Son of a bitch! I get an eighteen, twenty and a twenty one!
Her hole card is a deuce to make twelve. she hits:
Deuce, deuce, eight! and busts.
Game put on hold, major conference "at the mound" the result of which is:
"You may play any of our other games sir". I don't argue but continue to mumble in drunken tongue, while he rambles on:
"Your game is a little too strong for our little room sir. But please feel free to play any of the other games here".
I think he was sorry to see me leave!
The dealer almost breaks into tears begging the super to "give him another chance". I'd been tipping the blond decently in the hour preceding.
But it was time to leave.
I thanked him, went to rest room, took a deep breath and left the casino.
3:2, Double any two cards, one card on split aces, DAS, H17. $5.00 min, $300.00 max.
Here's what happened. Starting at about 2am I hit the six deck shoes heads up. Wed eve being a slow night as usual. Largely betting small cover bets: Ie, short stacks of reds occasionally single red chip when deck below neutral. Neutral defined as zero but still giving away a house edge.
When not having an advantage I was typically doubling or tripling very small initial wagers but making the stacks seem to be similar in height as in higher counts when I dropped a single red on top of a stack of greens. If my doubling won or lost I returned to the baseline low five buck minimum.I didn't wave many black chips around.
OK so it took me three friggin shoes to get a decent high count about 2/3rds the way through the shoe. The reason i don't like six deck shoes: Time wasters. But anyway since I had been playing two and three spots (rarely) it had created the precedent of multiple hands. And I really creamed that shoe. About a $900.00 profit from that shoe alone.
Hey, it was FUN!
OK now maybe I should have gone home but the dealer, a hot twenty something winked at me and said: "Let's just play just one shoe more again".
How could i say no?
Well about halfway into another six deck shoe the floor super starts milling around. He acts like he knows me and asks if I'm having a good time. I decide not to lie and say something like "the cards have been good to me". All done in fake drunken accent.
For the resident idiots here: This is my cover: A Dumb, drunken Irishman.
Suddenly the count drops like a rock. I don't even bother to calculate the true negative count as it was like -22 after i lose the count staring at the gorgeous rack above the hands dealing the cards...
Be that as it may I decide to pull a cover play with the floor super sitting on my left. My plan was to look stupid and then quickly leave with the money i made from the previous shoe. I put twenty dollars on three spots. Looks (and is) a real idiot's play. She deals:
She's holding a ten up card and I get three stiffs! I get the feeling that her hole card has to be low. So just for the hell of it I double ALL my three stiffs! $120 dollars on the table instead of sixty at three spots. She's probably gonna have to hit her hand what with the count maybe near minus 24, and I'm thinking that my chances of going bust are low. Why not have a little fun?
"If this works I'm goin home" I said to her. Loud enough for not only her super but the whole room to hear.
Son of a bitch! I get an eighteen, twenty and a twenty one!
Her hole card is a deuce to make twelve. she hits:
Deuce, deuce, eight! and busts.
Game put on hold, major conference "at the mound" the result of which is:
"You may play any of our other games sir". I don't argue but continue to mumble in drunken tongue, while he rambles on:
"Your game is a little too strong for our little room sir. But please feel free to play any of the other games here".
I think he was sorry to see me leave!
The dealer almost breaks into tears begging the super to "give him another chance". I'd been tipping the blond decently in the hour preceding.
But it was time to leave.
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