plainplayer
Active Member
I was turning a really nice profit at Rivers last evening when a woman sat down on my right who proceeded to play the worst game of BJ I've ever seen.
I realize we were all new once. Really, I do. She was standing on 14 against A, declining to split 8s, declining to double 11, hitting 15 against 6. Completely random, it seemed. I pulled out a simple BS strategy card that I carry around, but she wasn't taking any advice. She also had clearly matched her inability with an excess of cash, so she wasn't going away.
When her play wrecked mine for the 3rd time (yes, I know, one can debate whether dumb players' play helps or hurts one's own play, and there's a theory that it should all balance out, for/against oneself -- but not last evening) for combined losses due to her of over $100, I left that table, picked another, and resumed profit-taking.
I wish there was a technical solution to the social problem of having to play alongside people who really should never have walked in the door. The saving grace is that there are oodles of other tables to which one can go. But that masks the deeper problem of how to deal effectively with rotten play, and my cruddy attitude that develops.
I realize we were all new once. Really, I do. She was standing on 14 against A, declining to split 8s, declining to double 11, hitting 15 against 6. Completely random, it seemed. I pulled out a simple BS strategy card that I carry around, but she wasn't taking any advice. She also had clearly matched her inability with an excess of cash, so she wasn't going away.
When her play wrecked mine for the 3rd time (yes, I know, one can debate whether dumb players' play helps or hurts one's own play, and there's a theory that it should all balance out, for/against oneself -- but not last evening) for combined losses due to her of over $100, I left that table, picked another, and resumed profit-taking.
I wish there was a technical solution to the social problem of having to play alongside people who really should never have walked in the door. The saving grace is that there are oodles of other tables to which one can go. But that masks the deeper problem of how to deal effectively with rotten play, and my cruddy attitude that develops.