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I lost $1600 last week at Mohican Sun inb 10 minutes
Congratulations, RJH! (Or, can I just call you R?) Your story is the first one submitted by a follower of the blog. Thanks for helping me lose my virginity! Was your $1600 disaster the result of a painful losing streak?
Glen
I don’t like that everyone thinks they can count cards nowadays. It is not easy and should not be tried without practicing at home. I get frustrated when others try counting and the pit boss gives me heat at the same table. There should be seperate tables for counters and non-counters.
Welcome to the site, Lucky. I’m new to this blog thing, so I’m not sure if you were trying to be funny or not with the comment, “There should be separate tables for counters and non-counters.” You realize that separate tables would make it easy for the casino staff to identify us, right? Then again, I would be sure to always sit at the non-counting table…big shot blackjack gamblers who know nothing about card-counting might sit at the counting table in order to impress members of the opposite sex. Keeping track would be a mess.
Do you really hate it when amateur card-counters sit with you? I like it…it’s better than players who are blackjackally challenged.
Glen
I was joking!!! Are you the opnly one allowed to be funny?
Sometimes.
I remember this one time I lost 400 dollars shadowing bets with my uncle in Central City, CO. It sucked donkey dick.
I was playing double-deck at Terribles in Vegas over the weekend. The TC was +5. For the first time in my life, I split tens on a $250 bet against a 6. I received another ten, and split again. Then another ten, and a final split. I ended up with 19, 20, 18, and 20. The dealer had a face underneath. Before I knew it, he drew a 5 for a 21!!! I lost $1000 in seconds. Stupid!!!
I lost every hand of a 6-deck shoe. It must have been 25 hands, there was only two of us at the table. The other guy lost every hand except one BJ. The dealer never busted
I was playing some BJ at the palms with quite the crowd on my last trip. There was a huge Asian guy, a middle eastern guy that barely spoke English and was playing for the first time, a Russian mobster (assumption of course but judging by his stack of yellow chips and super hot girls hanging on him I feel my assumption is right lol), then the last guy before the dealer was this drunk wannabe pro gambler douche bag trying to offer advice to everyone including the dealers and pit boss. Oh did I mention that the dealer was insanely hot! Needless to say it was challenging to concentrate but 2 hours and a vodka red bull later I’m up $2500 and the “pro” is hitting the ATM machine again haha I tipped the dealer, told the douche thanks for the tips (sarcasm at its finest), then wished the rest of the table good luck and went on to kick the shit out of the Venetian for 6k!!!
I love a good blackjack story involving douche bags and huge Asian guys. I’ve also played at tables with suspected mobsters…although, I’ve never been brave enough to write about them on a blog! Is this Henry Hill?
Henry Hill died today. Freaky coincidence!