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WABJ11 Well-Known Member Aug 12, So I'm playing Super Fun 21 at a full table late one weekend night. The guy in the middle seat has some kind of ring that looks like its from the super bowl or some sporting event.
He also is wearing a very nice Rolex and is dressed to impress. Anyway this table was very united. You know, those tables you get when everybody cheers for each other and goes ballistic when we all win and the dealer breaks?
Everyone was very friendly and talkative amongst each other. So the guy in the middle seat, "nicedresser" starts telling me how he's down a few grand on the night.
Suddenly things start going great and everyone is winning. Stories about lottery winners suffering serious despair after cashing in abound.
It is no shocker that drugs, hangers on and poor money management can lead to some pretty deleterious outcomes. When asked to show up at the casino with her passport to collect her winnings, she was deported to Mexico.
How does that line go? Mirna Valenzuela probably disagrees. In the old Texas roadhouse days, grifting was pretty basic.
Card mechanics used slight of hand to deal from the bottom of the deck. Players came up with contraptions to hide an extra Ace up their sleeve.
Phil Ivey or Tom Dwan may be used to that kind of run, but this guy was no poker pro. He sat down to a high stakes game at the Crown casino in Melbourne, Australia with a significant leg up on his competition.
The amazing thing is that after authorities found him out, the man was allowed to leave the casino and the country with the money.
Zhenil Ye Gon looks like he came straight out of central casting for the bad guy in a Bond film. No, not to cart you in style to the casino for the night; but for keepsies!
Evidently he sold a crap load of chemicals—used to make meth—on the black market. Walt White would be proud.
Transportation giant FedEx employs , people around the globe. If not for a good run at the Blackjack table, all of this might never have been.
It was looking like they might need to liquidate, pay their employees and move on with life. The rest is history. Floyd Mayweather betting 4.
Englishman Ashley Revell did just that. The fine is compulsory under a state law designed to protect the casino industry.
However unreasonable it may seem, the state doesn't intend to reform the law. A man in Pennsylvania is taking legal action against Parx Casino, for allegedly providing a faulty chair at a slot machine that caused him to fall out of it.
The man claimed that he did receive quite a few injuries as a result and had to go through a few months of physical therapy.
However, the casino and the chair maker deny any negligence in the case, which may be heard by a local jury soon. I had a heckuva hard time doing this in the early days of my blackjack career.
I almost always made some sort of comment to the offending player, the dealer, or to myself. It took me awhile to hold my tongue.
Now, I never give playing advice unless asked. If the other player asks me nicely, I will respond with the correct way to play according to basic strategy or, sometimes, the index play.
My advice is that you should stay. Oftentimes, fathers use famous quotes or sayings to impart wisdom on their children.
Some of these sayings also find practical application at the casino:. Then I have no problem with this wisdom being associated with actions at the casino.
Does this advice mean that I should point out when the dealer overpays me or pays me on a losing hand? Then I have a problem with it. Then you are a cheater.
Welcome to the club! If you play blackjack without being an advantage player, or if you indulge in any other casino game where the house has an edge—meaning all of them—this advice is practical.
However, as all us card-counters will attest, what we do is not gambling. Posted by Glen Wiggy on June 5, in Uncategorized.
Posted by Glen Wiggy on May 27, in Uncategorized. I have been a smartass for forty-seven years. That would be socially accepatble if I were one hundred years old, but the fact is that I am forty-seven.
Throughout the years, being a smartass has cost me plenty in immaterial ways. While attending second grade at a Catholic elementary school, I received several smacks on the hand by one of many crazy nuns, most notably for putting Alka Seltzer tablets in the holy water basins.
In junior high and high school, being a smartass cost me considerably when pursuing the affections of young ladies.
I had made many jokes and cracks at their expense. I thought I was charming and witty like a young Jim Halpert, when in fact, I was mean and obnoxious like a Dwight Schrute.
I sincerely apologize to every girl that I offended from to —that would be all of them. Not true. I still made smartass remarks from time to time to supervisors.
Plus, most of my family and friends are smartasses themselves, albeit in a tamer manner than me. Being a wiseguy is a conscious choice. The fun associated with being a smartass has always outweighed the cost.
Until last week. While playing blackjack at a casino in Colorado, I held a hand of A-3 against the dealers eight. Basic strategy called for me to hit, which I did by dragging the cards over the felt toward my body.
The dealer gave me a ten, face up on the table. Using basic strategy again, I motioned for another hit. It was a face card.
I busted and lost. Here is where my brain and mouth shifted into smartass gear. In an attempt to be funny, I motioned for a third hit, thinking there was no way that the dealer would give me another card.
I had two cards in my hand, plus twenty that was already showing in front of my hand. The sleepy dealer gave me another face card.
Even more busted. The dealer took the face card and tucked it away in the discard pile. The story takes a dark turn at this point.
I was sitting on third base with only one other player at the table. The dealer continued the game by showing a four underneath his eight.
He had twelve. The next card was another eight. The dealer totaled twenty. The man sitting to my right had a nineteen.
This man, who resembled a well-fed and well-connected mafia boss, was not pleased. The look came seconds before the guy cold-cocked my face, sending me to the floor with a black eye, because I had made a drunken, smartass comment.
Meanwhile, my friends did nothing to help or protect me against the guy who cold-cocked me because they knew I had probably just made a drunken, smartass comment to the guy who had every right to cold-cock me for it seconds later.
Something was gonna happen. The pit boss said that the card must be burned since it was uncovered in play.
The cards could not be backed up. I also quickly apologized with a beet-red face. The man sat down and gave me a sarcastic little smile, obviously still miffed, but satisfied at the turn of events.
The incident was over. Do you think that was the end of my smartassedness? No way. He just WATCHED me swim and emerge from the pool wearing waterproof headphones and the iPod adapter strapped to my arm.
My entire body was dripping wet. Whatever the cost, being a smartass is way better than being a dumbass. Posted by Glen Wiggy on May 17, in Uncategorized.
While I am not a professional book reviewer, I feel compelled to write a few words on behalf of the man who has helped earn me money at the blackjack table.
Arnold Snyder has written books on blackjack strategy, gambling in general, and Las Vegas lifestyle for decades. Without knowing anything about the two main characters in the book—a gambling biker and an underage stripper—you might think that the contents of this book are immoral and salacious.
Arnold vividly describes the dark thoughts and desires of Bart Black, as he travels the open road searching for answers about his social and sexual insecurities and where to find blackjack dealers who show their hole card most often.
Helping Bart along the way I think is Stacy, a desirable and poetic young woman who thinks she is a human manifestation of God, if not actually God.
Thompson—Snyder has obviously lived part of the life of Bart Black. The story was colorful, exciting, painful and thought-provoking.
I highly recommend the book to gamblers and non-gamblers alike. Posted by Glen Wiggy on May 11, in Uncategorized. Those of you who read my book know it chronicles of my casino visits during the period from January to June