Doofus
Well-Known Member
Arrrrrrrgh!!!!!
Another Vegas trip under my belt, another 100 unit loss (on top of a 80 unit loss on my last trip, and a 50 unit loss the one before that). And I'll be darned if almost all my losses this time came in positive counts. Sure, I was able in DD games to drop my bets down in a negative count without drawing any scrutiny, I was able to backcount shoes with precision, but darn it, when I got to TC +4, 5, 6 and I upped my bets, I got absolutely hammered.
Dealer gets a 10, I get a 14. Dealer turns over a 20. Arrgh!
Dealer gets an 8, I get a 17. Arrrgh!
I draw a 20, dealer gets blackjack. Arrrgh!
I sat for two whole hours at my favorite DD game playing either heads up or with only one other player, going to two hands with impunity, raising and lowering my bets on a $5-200 spread without a peep out of the dealer or the PB, and I'll be darned if I didn't get ONE SINGLE SOLITARY FRIGGING BLACKJACK for TWO WHOLE HOURS.
Backcounting shoe games was NO HELP WHATSOEVER. In fact, I lost a lot more backcounting shoes than I did play-all in pitch games.
I must admit to a massive amount of frustration this morning. Wondering if I truly have the stomach for the negative variation this game has. Mrs. Doofus gave me that look last night when I fessed up to my record on the weekend. "Oh, so Mister Card Counter blew all our money this weekend, did he?" How soon she forgets about when I put 240 units in her hand four trips ago.
Another Vegas trip under my belt, another 100 unit loss (on top of a 80 unit loss on my last trip, and a 50 unit loss the one before that). And I'll be darned if almost all my losses this time came in positive counts. Sure, I was able in DD games to drop my bets down in a negative count without drawing any scrutiny, I was able to backcount shoes with precision, but darn it, when I got to TC +4, 5, 6 and I upped my bets, I got absolutely hammered.
Dealer gets a 10, I get a 14. Dealer turns over a 20. Arrgh!
Dealer gets an 8, I get a 17. Arrrgh!
I draw a 20, dealer gets blackjack. Arrrgh!
I sat for two whole hours at my favorite DD game playing either heads up or with only one other player, going to two hands with impunity, raising and lowering my bets on a $5-200 spread without a peep out of the dealer or the PB, and I'll be darned if I didn't get ONE SINGLE SOLITARY FRIGGING BLACKJACK for TWO WHOLE HOURS.
Backcounting shoe games was NO HELP WHATSOEVER. In fact, I lost a lot more backcounting shoes than I did play-all in pitch games.
I must admit to a massive amount of frustration this morning. Wondering if I truly have the stomach for the negative variation this game has. Mrs. Doofus gave me that look last night when I fessed up to my record on the weekend. "Oh, so Mister Card Counter blew all our money this weekend, did he?" How soon she forgets about when I put 240 units in her hand four trips ago.