Does equating numbers with God make sense? Einstein muttered something about God throwing or not throwing dice, I can't recall which. Either way, don't matter much... So nothing surprises you any more about Blackjack? Now that sounds like a euphanism for I have been there, done that, seen it all, read the book, seen the movie, and IS THAT ALL THERE IS? THEN LET'S KEEP DANCIN.
Now don't tell me you wouldn't be surprised (and very happy) if next time you hunker down at BJ, this happens. You arrived with plenty of moolah and you just bought in for $990, (just to keep it sweet with Flash's under one grand guideline.) For some reason, you sat at a $50 table this time, just for the hellofit. On the 7th round, with your TC at +2, you decided (against your usually iron-clad rule discipline) to spread to THREE hands, which each carries a $400 bet... not like you, is it... but this day is different for you.
Your cards are 4-J-2... and the dealer is showing a 6, bless her. She keeps dealing and your hands are now 44, BJ and 22. She pays your $500 for the BJ plus the other $100 - (you are so switched on) - that she tried to dud you out of. You split the 4s and get 4, so you resplit those... what else? And now you get a 5 and double your 9 and stand on 13 for your first hand when yet another 4 turns up. Then you get yet another 4 on 4 and double that as well, scoring a 5, for 13. Your next hand scores a 5 also so you double that and get a 6 on that 9 for 15. Your 44 has now turned into I think it is 6 hands, splits and doubles and she deals a 7 on you 2, you double that. Your other 2 gets a 2, which you split. You double one of those splits and after you dipped into you stash several times, you freak out when you realize you have covered all the splits and doubles to the tune of 11 hands @ $400 = $4400.
You are cursing your foul luck on such a good count and of course, it never occurred to you to see that all those small cards that appeared, right slap bang on your splits and doubles, right where they were not wanted, were in fact, something else... But the small cards did not know or care what you wanted. They just knew they had to go somewhere. Unbeknowns to you, they did you a big favor. You just saw a slug of smalls appear, while you were too busy cursing them to notice... What's next? JQ... dealer bust... while you quickly forgot about your many stiff hands, the highest of which was 15. Now you celebrate as you move your 44 blacks around and smile at the PB who can't believe what he just saw and thinks the dealer cheated somehow with you, her accomplice.
Now tell me, wouldn't this surprise you? :cat: