OneAngryDwarf
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(Forgive me if this post sounds whiny, but I need somewhere to collect my thoughts. I'm not in a great mood.)
Well, I guess it was bound to happen. Having just learned to count (Red7), and after 4 consecutive winning sessions (nothing huge, between $100-$200 each time) I decided to give the tables one more try today...and promptly blew my entire $800 bankroll in 5 hours. I wasn't betting beyond my means, either; I spread only between $10 and $50, and would frequently either leave the table or sit out a few hands if the count went too low.
An especially bothersome thing was that the count just didn't seem to work at all. When I did play through a low count and bet the minimum, I seemed to win MORE often. When the count went sky-high I raised my bet...only to get an 18, see the dealer turn over a total of 6, and then pull a few more 4s and 5s out. (Meanwhile, all the blackjacks go to the other players.) I take insurance against an ace with a count of +10...lose it while the hole card turns out to be...another ace, while the dealer chastises me for insuring a 13 (I can at least see how an Ace side count comes in handy.)
Don't get me wrong, I'm not questioning the legitimacy of counting, and I know about fluctuation in the short run. I've got about $10,000 in savings, of which I've decided I'm comfortable "investing" about $7000--so today's loss wasn't a big deal in the big picture. But it's still discouraging to think that I will have many more sessions like this...possibly even all of them...no matter how much better I get at this.
Another thing that really started getting to me was the casino atmosphere itself. I don't mean the "heat," in fact as far as I could tell there was none at all. But then there's the awful noise from the slots, the constant barrage of cigarette smoke (I had to put up with BOTH players on either side of me lighting up and blowing right in my face for a while), the inane chatter from the morons at the table ("Nothing's hitting today, I'm down $200"...as they stand on a soft 16 against a 9 or hit a hard 17)...I've been able to take it in stride before, and even managed a bit of cover, joking around with the dealers a bit while maintaining my concentration. I can also accept that this particular casino caters to a clientele that is mostly, shall we say, working-class. But today, for whatever reason, it just got to me in a bad way...I found myself on the verge of hyperventilating, and losing the count because of it, more than a few times.
I don't plan on having a career as a pro, at least not right now. I thought counting would be an interesting hobby to take up due to having a lot of time on my hands, and the thrill and excitement of scoring a huge win with the right play on a high count was a lot of fun--in my earlier sessions, anyway. But today there was absolutely NOTHING enjoyable about the experience whatsoever...I felt more like a degenerate compulsive gambler, chasing my losses and staying in spite of the unpleasant atmosphere because "a good count could come along on the next shuffle!" And that is definitely NOT a road I want to go down.
Any help on how to cope would be greatly appreciated...I can accept honest criticism too...if you think it sounds like I'm just not cut out for this, I'm open to it. I'm just looking for reassurance that the roller-coaster ride is really worth it all.
Well, I guess it was bound to happen. Having just learned to count (Red7), and after 4 consecutive winning sessions (nothing huge, between $100-$200 each time) I decided to give the tables one more try today...and promptly blew my entire $800 bankroll in 5 hours. I wasn't betting beyond my means, either; I spread only between $10 and $50, and would frequently either leave the table or sit out a few hands if the count went too low.
An especially bothersome thing was that the count just didn't seem to work at all. When I did play through a low count and bet the minimum, I seemed to win MORE often. When the count went sky-high I raised my bet...only to get an 18, see the dealer turn over a total of 6, and then pull a few more 4s and 5s out. (Meanwhile, all the blackjacks go to the other players.) I take insurance against an ace with a count of +10...lose it while the hole card turns out to be...another ace, while the dealer chastises me for insuring a 13 (I can at least see how an Ace side count comes in handy.)
Don't get me wrong, I'm not questioning the legitimacy of counting, and I know about fluctuation in the short run. I've got about $10,000 in savings, of which I've decided I'm comfortable "investing" about $7000--so today's loss wasn't a big deal in the big picture. But it's still discouraging to think that I will have many more sessions like this...possibly even all of them...no matter how much better I get at this.
Another thing that really started getting to me was the casino atmosphere itself. I don't mean the "heat," in fact as far as I could tell there was none at all. But then there's the awful noise from the slots, the constant barrage of cigarette smoke (I had to put up with BOTH players on either side of me lighting up and blowing right in my face for a while), the inane chatter from the morons at the table ("Nothing's hitting today, I'm down $200"...as they stand on a soft 16 against a 9 or hit a hard 17)...I've been able to take it in stride before, and even managed a bit of cover, joking around with the dealers a bit while maintaining my concentration. I can also accept that this particular casino caters to a clientele that is mostly, shall we say, working-class. But today, for whatever reason, it just got to me in a bad way...I found myself on the verge of hyperventilating, and losing the count because of it, more than a few times.
I don't plan on having a career as a pro, at least not right now. I thought counting would be an interesting hobby to take up due to having a lot of time on my hands, and the thrill and excitement of scoring a huge win with the right play on a high count was a lot of fun--in my earlier sessions, anyway. But today there was absolutely NOTHING enjoyable about the experience whatsoever...I felt more like a degenerate compulsive gambler, chasing my losses and staying in spite of the unpleasant atmosphere because "a good count could come along on the next shuffle!" And that is definitely NOT a road I want to go down.
Any help on how to cope would be greatly appreciated...I can accept honest criticism too...if you think it sounds like I'm just not cut out for this, I'm open to it. I'm just looking for reassurance that the roller-coaster ride is really worth it all.