Why You Shouldn’t Trust Your Blackjack Dealer
The count rises to a true 4. I grab a stack of $100 black chips and place them in the my betting square. I get a 9,3 and the dealer has a 7 up. I hit my 12 and get a 2, hit again and get a 4 so I […]
The count rises to a true 4. I grab a stack of $100 black chips and place them in the my betting square. I get a 9,3 and the dealer has a 7 up. I hit my 12 and get a 2, hit again and get a 4 so I […]
Happiest of holidays to you from my card counting bunker to yours. I have been hunkered down at the grand opening of a new casino.
The money moves fast. When I lose count of the chips stuffed in my pockets or the cash I have extracted from them, or just when I need to dodge a little heat, compose myself, or strategize, I retire to my office—the casino bathroom.
I was driving to a Tribal casino recently. When the GPS beeped with the announcement that I had arrived at my destination I pulled over and looked around.
“Who here can tell me how to win this game?” I asked as I bellied up to a crowded blackjack table.
