blackjack players are ridiculous. I was at this busy crowded small time joint. Max bet $100 throughout the casino. Playing on a $15 table w/ 2 bets of $100 and a TC around 4. I get 15 on both, dealer is showing an X and I wave. The ploppy on my left is in hysterics.
"$100 bet and he's standing on 15" he squealed. He'd never seen something so ridiculous. It was as if I had insulted his sacred honour. The cult of ploppyism would not let this stand. "You'd better not let them catch you playing like that at the $25 tables".
I guess to ploppies the guys at the $25-$100 tables were the high rollers. The blackjack Gods. Of course I knew the truth. They were the real idiots... the degenerates that just wanted to lose their money faster to the casino. The geniuses of ploppydom were the old men at the $5 tables that coffeehoused every hand and took forever to make their decision. They knew how to stretch a dollar and have a great night out without losing a mint.
A week later I was in another joint, further away, playing quarter minimum spreading 40-1 and much much more and raising all sorts of hell, sneaking up on tables, hiding behind things until the cut card was in so I couldn't be half shoed and I couldn't help think of that ploppy "well bud, I've arrived... hope they can handle me here at the quarter tables!"
"$100 bet and he's standing on 15" he squealed. He'd never seen something so ridiculous. It was as if I had insulted his sacred honour. The cult of ploppyism would not let this stand. "You'd better not let them catch you playing like that at the $25 tables".
I guess to ploppies the guys at the $25-$100 tables were the high rollers. The blackjack Gods. Of course I knew the truth. They were the real idiots... the degenerates that just wanted to lose their money faster to the casino. The geniuses of ploppydom were the old men at the $5 tables that coffeehoused every hand and took forever to make their decision. They knew how to stretch a dollar and have a great night out without losing a mint.
A week later I was in another joint, further away, playing quarter minimum spreading 40-1 and much much more and raising all sorts of hell, sneaking up on tables, hiding behind things until the cut card was in so I couldn't be half shoed and I couldn't help think of that ploppy "well bud, I've arrived... hope they can handle me here at the quarter tables!"