UnevenSeven
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Now the real work begins.
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My first Blackjack hand!
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7,2+5=14, 7,5+6 =18, 7,4+10=21.
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Oh right
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Yes of course, but "o-oh" is what I imagine you guys are thinking as you are reading it!
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Reposting; Username change.
(Sorry, removed start of thread as was uncomfortable with my username telling the world who I was. It's been changed now, so I'm reposting).
"What!", I hear you exclaim, "Are you telling me that after all that talk, and all that caution, and all those words of wisdom, and all that self-restraint, he's gone and done it anyway?"
Ok, ok, guilty as charged, but chaps, be reasonable, give a guy a break; I'm only human. Besides, I've been practicing now for over 5 months without actually playing a single 'real' hand. I practice every moment I get; when I get into bed, my wife pulls out and reads a book while I sit next to her counting down deck after deck (all this prior to the 4 hours of passionate love-making that usually follows, of course).
C'mon now! I *can* count down a deck in under 30 secs and although that may not mean much, I *do* know basic strategy, and at the end of the day, I had only partially achieved what I had set out to do on Monday, which was to guage what the reality of it was. True, I had scouted a casino and I was shocked at how unprepared I was, but I still had no idea whether I'd be able to think on my own two feet, recall basic strategy, make the right plays etc. if actually doing it myself. Lets face it, cut the bull, I wanted a bit of action; I wanted to try out what I'd learned and I needed some encouragement.
So last night following a few drinks after work (o-oh), I headed off to Napoleons again but this time with my expectations managed. I'd buy in for £100 and play BS. After all this time, I had to prove to myself I could at least do this. Since my episode on Monday, where I was forgetting BS due to trying to count, I had gone back home and checked my BS play - and I played it flawlessly. I knew I could do it. 1/2 an hour after setting off, I arrived. The casino was not as packed as it had been on Monday, which was good as I've never thought losing one's virginity was a spectator sport. However, I was still a little hesitant. I observed for a little while including what I thought was a bit of a sad affair. There was a table, £50 min, sporting the Lucky Ladies side bet, which was occupied by a single gentleman. He could have been anyone's grandad. Actually, to be honest with you, I'd say he looked a bit like a tramp. However, he was betting 2 x £1000 chips on every hand, and losing almost every time. With trembling hands (due to age, or disease, not nervousness), he'd gingerlingly place his bets, then watch as the cards and chips were swept away by the young, fast dealer. He was attracting attention from the casino bosses; of course he was! He was giving a fortune away! When his chips ran out, he'd pull out a new wad of notes from his crusty old coat, which were tightly sealed in a yellow plastic bag (from a bank, no doubt), hand them over to the dealer, and the whole process would repeat. He handed several of these wads over and he wasn't even offered a drink. He was playing like a man with death sentence. He never spoke. He never looked up. A few moments later, it was over. He picked himself up and left. It left me feeling pensive.
But enough of that. Back to story at hand. I circled the tables again and noticed a new shuffle on a table with only 1 other player at it. This was it. I sat down trying to look natural (y'know, the way you try to look natural when you feel all eyes are one you), took (fumbled) £100 out of my wallet and lay it on the felt. (Oh my God!) Game on.
With the shuffle finished, I was handed 20 red chips. I put one down and waited ... and waited ... The dealer mumbled something. "What's that love?", I asked. "Are you playing?" she replied motioning towards the betting circle. D'oh! Without realising, I'd only gone and placed my bet inside the box on the felt that listed the 21+3 paytable! (what a berk!). I casually repositioned it, ahem, sorry, wasn't paying attention (unfortunately by now there were a few people watching).
So, after all this time, what *was* my first hand? My first ever Blackjack hand, after over 5 months of reading and home?
Bam, Bam, Bam ... I draw 7,7, she has a 3. I keep calm. ("Seven and seven, split to seven"). I place another chip. Split. Bam, bam. I draw a 2 and 7 on my sevens. ("don't deviate, you know what to do"). I put down another chip. Split. Bam, bam. A 5 and a 4 are drawn on my 7's. She moves to the rightmost hand. "Eleven", and waits for my play. ("double on 11, 2 thru 9 (ENHC)"). I double, draw a face card. "Twenty One"!! She moves to my next in a blink. "Twelve", she calls, ("12, stand 4 to 6 else hit", she has 3), I motion a hit; draw 6. "Eighteen". I stand. Now for my last hand. "Nine", she calls ("9, double 3 to 6, like A,6"). I lay another chip and double; draw a 5, "Fourteen" ("Damn! Ok, 14 - stand 2 through 6", she's got a 3, it's low but don't deviate, remember your training, grasshopper. What am I saying, it's her go now). Bam, she draws a 10, Bam, she draws a face - and busts! Yeah! I was up 5 units!! What a thrill!
After that, I put my original 20 chips aside (not to be touched) and played with my winnings. Following that, it came easy; there was no more thinking, I relaxed, and with BS to back me, I played with confidence, no hesitation. I played through 3 shoes and even got a natural mid-way through the second. Glanced at the time. My god, time flies, gotta go. Ok, one last hand. Bam, bam, "Blackjack". Way to go!!
I cashed in my chips, I was 6 units up, £30. I also knew I had been lucky. I went out the door, took the train, got home went straight to my PC and ordered CVBJ at around midnight, London time last night.
Now the real work begins.
(Sorry, removed start of thread as was uncomfortable with my username telling the world who I was. It's been changed now, so I'm reposting).
"What!", I hear you exclaim, "Are you telling me that after all that talk, and all that caution, and all those words of wisdom, and all that self-restraint, he's gone and done it anyway?"
Ok, ok, guilty as charged, but chaps, be reasonable, give a guy a break; I'm only human. Besides, I've been practicing now for over 5 months without actually playing a single 'real' hand. I practice every moment I get; when I get into bed, my wife pulls out and reads a book while I sit next to her counting down deck after deck (all this prior to the 4 hours of passionate love-making that usually follows, of course).
C'mon now! I *can* count down a deck in under 30 secs and although that may not mean much, I *do* know basic strategy, and at the end of the day, I had only partially achieved what I had set out to do on Monday, which was to guage what the reality of it was. True, I had scouted a casino and I was shocked at how unprepared I was, but I still had no idea whether I'd be able to think on my own two feet, recall basic strategy, make the right plays etc. if actually doing it myself. Lets face it, cut the bull, I wanted a bit of action; I wanted to try out what I'd learned and I needed some encouragement.
So last night following a few drinks after work (o-oh), I headed off to Napoleons again but this time with my expectations managed. I'd buy in for £100 and play BS. After all this time, I had to prove to myself I could at least do this. Since my episode on Monday, where I was forgetting BS due to trying to count, I had gone back home and checked my BS play - and I played it flawlessly. I knew I could do it. 1/2 an hour after setting off, I arrived. The casino was not as packed as it had been on Monday, which was good as I've never thought losing one's virginity was a spectator sport. However, I was still a little hesitant. I observed for a little while including what I thought was a bit of a sad affair. There was a table, £50 min, sporting the Lucky Ladies side bet, which was occupied by a single gentleman. He could have been anyone's grandad. Actually, to be honest with you, I'd say he looked a bit like a tramp. However, he was betting 2 x £1000 chips on every hand, and losing almost every time. With trembling hands (due to age, or disease, not nervousness), he'd gingerlingly place his bets, then watch as the cards and chips were swept away by the young, fast dealer. He was attracting attention from the casino bosses; of course he was! He was giving a fortune away! When his chips ran out, he'd pull out a new wad of notes from his crusty old coat, which were tightly sealed in a yellow plastic bag (from a bank, no doubt), hand them over to the dealer, and the whole process would repeat. He handed several of these wads over and he wasn't even offered a drink. He was playing like a man with death sentence. He never spoke. He never looked up. A few moments later, it was over. He picked himself up and left. It left me feeling pensive.
But enough of that. Back to story at hand. I circled the tables again and noticed a new shuffle on a table with only 1 other player at it. This was it. I sat down trying to look natural (y'know, the way you try to look natural when you feel all eyes are one you), took (fumbled) £100 out of my wallet and lay it on the felt. (Oh my God!) Game on.
With the shuffle finished, I was handed 20 red chips. I put one down and waited ... and waited ... The dealer mumbled something. "What's that love?", I asked. "Are you playing?" she replied motioning towards the betting circle. D'oh! Without realising, I'd only gone and placed my bet inside the box on the felt that listed the 21+3 paytable! (what a berk!). I casually repositioned it, ahem, sorry, wasn't paying attention (unfortunately by now there were a few people watching).
So, after all this time, what *was* my first hand? My first ever Blackjack hand, after over 5 months of reading and home?
Bam, Bam, Bam ... I draw 7,7, she has a 3. I keep calm. ("Seven and seven, split to seven"). I place another chip. Split. Bam, bam. I draw a 2 and 7 on my sevens. ("don't deviate, you know what to do"). I put down another chip. Split. Bam, bam. A 5 and a 4 are drawn on my 7's. She moves to the rightmost hand. "Eleven", and waits for my play. ("double on 11, 2 thru 9 (ENHC)"). I double, draw a face card. "Twenty One"!! She moves to my next in a blink. "Twelve", she calls, ("12, stand 4 to 6 else hit", she has 3), I motion a hit; draw 6. "Eighteen". I stand. Now for my last hand. "Nine", she calls ("9, double 3 to 6, like A,6"). I lay another chip and double; draw a 5, "Fourteen" ("Damn! Ok, 14 - stand 2 through 6", she's got a 3, it's low but don't deviate, remember your training, grasshopper. What am I saying, it's her go now). Bam, she draws a 10, Bam, she draws a face - and busts! Yeah! I was up 5 units!! What a thrill!
After that, I put my original 20 chips aside (not to be touched) and played with my winnings. Following that, it came easy; there was no more thinking, I relaxed, and with BS to back me, I played with confidence, no hesitation. I played through 3 shoes and even got a natural mid-way through the second. Glanced at the time. My god, time flies, gotta go. Ok, one last hand. Bam, bam, "Blackjack". Way to go!!
I cashed in my chips, I was 6 units up, £30. I also knew I had been lucky. I went out the door, took the train, got home went straight to my PC and ordered CVBJ at around midnight, London time last night.
Now the real work begins.