My First Back Off

Jaxel

Member
MY BIGGEST BONE HEAD REMARK:

As I was asked if I wanted to be rated, I was more paranoid about not using one, and I didn't have mine on me, so I replied "I don't have my card on me, but I know my card number (10 digits long)" I got the the strangest look from the pit critter. Dogh!
 

stainless steel rat

Well-Known Member
another way...

Sounds as bad as where a player walked up to the table, bet a bunch of money in a hand-held game, lost (had a 20) and stormed off. Dealer asked the guy by her, after he had collected all the cards, "what hand did she have that made her so mad to lose (dealer had pulled a multi-card 21)." Guy answered "-2".

:)

And of course there is the ultimate. You have a 20, the dealer pulls a 7-card 21 and you sit there with a big grin because the running count just went up by 5 and you push out your max bet. :)
 
Toking

6. Never toke. Excessive toking is just as bad as misplaying hands as you are losing EV, but a small toke here and there goes a long way toward avoiding that "counters never toke" profile.

Of course... you're right! I always unerstood counter's and cheapskate's reasons for not toking. Made mathematical sense. And of course, I'm a people person. So, I love chatting up the dealers and toking the fun, interesting or (mostly) pretty ones.

Well, last trip I learned the happy medium. I was low on bankroll and blackjack wasn't the primary reason for the trip. I didn't want to give up any edge to the dealer tip pool. But we should note:

YOU WANT THE DELAERS ON YOUR SIDE. Granted, toking may look like normal ploppy behavior to the pit, but having the dealer on your side is worth a bundle.

I found that spreading $5 - $60 throughout the trip at various SD & DD games with $5 or $10 minimums, a $2 tip played ONCE, was all it took in 4 specific instances in 3 casinos to get that knowing glance from the dealers that they like you and are on your side. Twice, the dealers were ugly to ploppies that sat down until they left and we had heads up play again. These were the sessions that yielded all of my win for the trip. These dealers were always rooting for me.

I love it when I get that little glance that they like me. The voodoo blackjack gods always smile after that. And for less than the cost of a pack of smokes or a call drink at the bar??? Worth in all day long.

BTW - If you're wondering. My completely disposable bankroll was $560. Balckjack was secondary to my trip. I left town with $678 dollars(no kidding) and after I paid for parking at my home airport, I had $666 Ouch! A win, noetheless. What will ZG say about this numerology?
 
Have never admitted this...

but a long time ago I did say "five" two a dealer at the EC. I was answering a question requiring a non-numeric answer with the count. Only my spouse knows about this, but I figure it's OK to share now.

Thank god I had eliminated the "plus" from my count long before!
 
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