SH
02-27-2004, 02:29 AM
Hadn't been to the casino in a while. Sat down at third base. Only one other guy at the table seemed to have any concept of BS, but that's never bothered me. The guy next to me seemed to have less of a clue than usual. He was all over the board (Trust me, he wasn't counting), hitting 13 vs. 16 but staying on 14 vs. 10, etc. etc.
Then about a half-hour into my session, bang, he splits the tens vs. Dealer 6
The whole table kind of chuckled, but it worked out for him, he won both hands.
Well, now he's drunk with excitment -- "You have to maximize your potential winnings" he brashly announced to the table.
So before long he was so proud of himself he was splitting 10s whenever they came up, even against 10. (He did not like my suggestion of splitting his 7s vs. a dealer 7) At first, he was having uncanny luck splitting his 10s (once, with dealer showing 9, he drew another 10 and a ace, dealer drew 10).
His plays screwed me a couple of times, but it was all friendly. He even had another guy trying it a couple of times. A few people begged me to talk him out of it, but I just told them if I was putting up half his bet, I'd offer some input, but it being 100 percent his bet, he could do what he wan ted.
But here's the kicker. With me playing to the immediate left of this lunatic, and getting the leftovers when he was through supposedly mangling the deck, i had one of my best nights in a long while.
Took a $100 stake and turned it into $600 in about three hours.
It was living testimony to my usual 1/1.5/2/2.5 progression. I'd have minor losing streaks and ride them out with the minimum $10 bets, then always seemed to catch the hands I needed when the bets got raised.
It doesn't always work out so well, of course, but the bottom line is that this all happened while I was next to the nuttiest player I've seen in a long while. I've always been solidly in the camp that bad plays at the table can help you as easy as they hurt you. Now I've got a war story.
Then about a half-hour into my session, bang, he splits the tens vs. Dealer 6
The whole table kind of chuckled, but it worked out for him, he won both hands.
Well, now he's drunk with excitment -- "You have to maximize your potential winnings" he brashly announced to the table.
So before long he was so proud of himself he was splitting 10s whenever they came up, even against 10. (He did not like my suggestion of splitting his 7s vs. a dealer 7) At first, he was having uncanny luck splitting his 10s (once, with dealer showing 9, he drew another 10 and a ace, dealer drew 10).
His plays screwed me a couple of times, but it was all friendly. He even had another guy trying it a couple of times. A few people begged me to talk him out of it, but I just told them if I was putting up half his bet, I'd offer some input, but it being 100 percent his bet, he could do what he wan ted.
But here's the kicker. With me playing to the immediate left of this lunatic, and getting the leftovers when he was through supposedly mangling the deck, i had one of my best nights in a long while.
Took a $100 stake and turned it into $600 in about three hours.
It was living testimony to my usual 1/1.5/2/2.5 progression. I'd have minor losing streaks and ride them out with the minimum $10 bets, then always seemed to catch the hands I needed when the bets got raised.
It doesn't always work out so well, of course, but the bottom line is that this all happened while I was next to the nuttiest player I've seen in a long while. I've always been solidly in the camp that bad plays at the table can help you as easy as they hurt you. Now I've got a war story.