How To Beat The Casino At Blackjack!!!
Added 2021-12-19 06:27:44 +0000 UTCWatch as I play and give my tips on how to play real Atlantic City Blackjack with perfect strategy - or as near to perfect as I play. Enjoy!
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This was way more fun to watch than I expected! I was interested in blackjack years ago and started learning basic strategy but I drifted away from it and never got back. Maybe now's the time. I think my temperament is well suited to playing rationally.
Circuitmike
2021-12-20 21:51:10 +0000 UTCWhile in the Navy in the late '70's and early '80's in San Diego, I'd often go to Las Vegas to play Blackjack. Back then there were still $5 2-deck tables, and I could easily count that. My bank was always "entertainment" money that I could totally afford to lose. On average, I broke even at the casinos, meaning I'd go home with my pot reduced only by room rates, food, other entertainment and gas costs. The thing I liked most about blackjack was NOT about making money, but it was more about having my money last while having fun with everyone else at the table. I **live** for the entertainment of table talk. I never looked at my bank: I knew I was winning when the free house drinks started coming from the top shelf. I knew I had a hot table when the house would offer to hold my seat for me while I went to eat, or, in rare cases, have dinner brought to me at the table. I knew I had a really hot table when the crowd watching got 2-3 deep. And an insanely hot table would have casino employees coming off-shift trying to get a seat. I'd always try to sit at the "wheel", the seat furthest to the dealer's right. That let me comment on the plays of the other players before making my own play. There were times I'd make extremely silly choices (say, splitting a pair of fives) just for a laugh. It was all about entertainment, both for me and especially for those around me. There were several times my table made tons of money for the house, where our dealer got tons of tips, where the crowd spilled over to fill the surrounding tables. There were a few very special nights when the house "refused" to let me leave and return to my room (generally in the cheap part of town). Twice, the casino moved my stuff from my hotel and comped me a room at theirs: I gave them my room key, and an hour later they gave me a different one. One special and very precious time my room was at the casino, and they upgraded me to a suite just below the penthouse. Yes, it was a Tuesday, but still. The casinos all knew I was counting, but I did so just to stay in the game longer, to have more fun. A pit boss would sometimes come by and suggest I be less obvious about it. The most amazing things would happen when my bank was running low at a hot table. Other players would stake me with "pay me back only if you win". Twice, casino staff surreptitiously slipped chips into my pocket. At this point, I considered myself to be a "blackjack entertainer", there primarily for my own fun, but working with the house and the crowd to make the fun bigger, better and last longer. I stopped doing these trips after I left the military and started college, when I had much less "entertainment" money, and going to Vegas became stressful money management rather than crazy fun at the tables. I do miss those days, but they're very fond memories I have no intention to revisit.
BobC
2021-12-19 17:23:45 +0000 UTCI was all set to quit my job and become a professional blackjack player until you described what casinos are actually like, ah well.
David Peaker
2021-12-19 09:35:14 +0000 UTC
