I drove an old client down to AC today,and he staked me to some capital on the grounds that he wanted to show me his foolproof progressive system.Every time I see him,he claims to have made serious bucks playing his progressive.All I know for sure is that MGM pays for him to fly first class whenevber he wants,and Borgota gave him a three room suite on Memorial Day.
This is his system in a nutshell.-Everything comes in waves of 5. You start with a one unit bet,and triple it each hand,win or lose until the fifth hand. Then you revert back to one unit and start over.You must play third base,and you deviate from basic strategy only on these hands-You NEVER double against an 8 or higher,and you sometimes need to eat a card if someone does something stupid,because as third base,you have a sacred duty to win for the table.
So we arrive at the B,and he goes to the cage where he deposits $35,000 in $20 bills.For those of you who have never seen 1700plus $20 bills,it pretty much fills a good size gym bag. We hit his suite for a pre-game round of drinks-Moet and Hennesy,with an Aguadiente chaser and go hit the tables.
He signs for 10,000 and tosses me ten black chips.We both start betting $25.
Three shoes later,I haven't gotten a whiff of a good count and am up $50 flat-betting.Meanwhile,Tony is consistantly losing three or four small bets but banging out his fifth($2,000) bet seemingly everytime.He'd bet $25. Lose. Bet $75 lose.bet $225 lose Bet $675 lose,bet $2,000 hit a BJ.He's up almost $30,000 in the same three shoes.He's tipping the dealer black chips,the cocktail waitress green and black,and after winning a hand where he split with a $2,000 bet out,he tipped every player $100.
Sick to my stomach,I stopped playing. Tony NEVER lost five hands in a row,cashed out for $53,000 after paying his marker and treated me to a Surf and Turf,courtesy of the Borgata.
It was enough to make me cry.It was a long drive home.
This is his system in a nutshell.-Everything comes in waves of 5. You start with a one unit bet,and triple it each hand,win or lose until the fifth hand. Then you revert back to one unit and start over.You must play third base,and you deviate from basic strategy only on these hands-You NEVER double against an 8 or higher,and you sometimes need to eat a card if someone does something stupid,because as third base,you have a sacred duty to win for the table.
So we arrive at the B,and he goes to the cage where he deposits $35,000 in $20 bills.For those of you who have never seen 1700plus $20 bills,it pretty much fills a good size gym bag. We hit his suite for a pre-game round of drinks-Moet and Hennesy,with an Aguadiente chaser and go hit the tables.
He signs for 10,000 and tosses me ten black chips.We both start betting $25.
Three shoes later,I haven't gotten a whiff of a good count and am up $50 flat-betting.Meanwhile,Tony is consistantly losing three or four small bets but banging out his fifth($2,000) bet seemingly everytime.He'd bet $25. Lose. Bet $75 lose.bet $225 lose Bet $675 lose,bet $2,000 hit a BJ.He's up almost $30,000 in the same three shoes.He's tipping the dealer black chips,the cocktail waitress green and black,and after winning a hand where he split with a $2,000 bet out,he tipped every player $100.
Sick to my stomach,I stopped playing. Tony NEVER lost five hands in a row,cashed out for $53,000 after paying his marker and treated me to a Surf and Turf,courtesy of the Borgata.
It was enough to make me cry.It was a long drive home.
