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I’m going to Vegas for the first time and new in this sub but am planning on playing some blackjack, so I’ve been going over basic strategy. I downloaded a training app to practice and have been consistently around 90% correct. Now I know blackjack is a net negative expectation with something like a 49% win rate if I remember correctly, assuming you play perfectly according to basic strategy.
I’m wondering if I’m playing basic strategy correctly 90% of the time, what is my total win rate. Is it as simple at 90% of 49%? Or is there a way to come out with true expected win percentage?Winners and Losers: True Tales From the Blackjack Trenches By Tobaksa, Tommy Hyland, Taylor James, Dan Paymar, Pro21, Dustin D. Marks, One More Shoe, Bob Loeb, Abbot Avarissa, Bill Haywood, Anthony Curtis, JC, Cizef, Max Rubin, James Grosjean, John Brahms, Moe Cash (From Blackjack Forum XXI #3, Fall 2001) © Blackjack Forum 2001
There are, in fact, some online blackjack games that have a house edge over 1% and even over 2%. If your goal is to win and not just to have fun, then you should definitely stay clear of those. Tip #3: Know Your Game Inside Out. Not all blackjack games are made from the same mold. The online blackjack games offered by TonyBet Casino have been available since 2009 and made possible with help of top gaming providers such as NetEnt, Evolution Gaming, and NYX Interactive. Coming in at number for is 888Casino. This casino provides 5 online blackjack games. The nice thing about Blackjack is that it is a game that gives you a big chance to win a lot of money. Compared to other Bitcoin casino games, this one offers the best chance because you can use the right strategy and wit to win big at the game. Nowadays, Bitcoin blackjack is become very popular among players at online casinos.
[New card counters are often astonished by what they consider to be ’impossible’ bankroll fluctuations. I recently sent emails out to a bunch of longtime players, some professional gamblers, some writers, some known, some not, and asked them if they had any memorable stories of wins or losses they could share with Blackjack Forum readers.
I contacted card counters, shuffle trackers, blackjack team players, hole-card players, old-time concealed blackjack computer players, video poker players, tournament players, sports bettors, Internet gamblers, comp and coupon hustlers, and even an admitted cheater. If you think you’ve got an ’impossible’ fluctuation or two, listen to what some of the pros have to say… — Arnold Snyder] Tobaksa
One hundred thousand dollars. Spelled out, with every zero, and a great big dollar sign up front that’s $100,000.00! When I started playing blackjack, winning one hundred thousand was the benchmark. If you had, you were a pro. Any amateur could win a thousand, or ten. That was fluctuation. A hundred thou was work. It took a long time, usually a couple of years to win a hundred thousand. Once won, we knew that you never had to worry about going ’lifetime stuck.’ (Hah!)
Malcolm, a flamboyant fixture on the blackjack scene, won his in a little over a year. Unfortunately, his teammates lost $100,000 the same year. ’Woody,’ (a mutual friend) ’has won $140,000 lifetime, and has saved $160,000!’ (Woody had also invested in winning banks.) ’I’ve won $160,000, and I’ve saved… $1.40.’ Over the years, the bankrolls got bigger, and the fluctuations bigger as well. Still, a hundred thousand was a hundred thousand.
In the late 1980s, the greatest game in the world was being dealt in Korea. The Walker Hill Casino in Seoul was quite polite, and would generally not bar you until you got up from the table, but bar you they would. Once barred, given that everyone else in the casino was Asian, it was hard to slip back in the door and blend in.
A team of friends and relatives got themselves barred, but one of them came up with a great idea. Most of Walker Hill’s patrons were Japanese. It was thought that the Korean bosses would never bar a Japanese player. Why not recruit some Japanese, and train them as Gorilla BPs? Why not indeed?This worked so well that a year and a half later, in the spring of 1988, Walker Hill limited the bet spread of one of our players (Rocky, the World’s Greatest BP), and also changed the rules that had made the place so attractive.
So in May of 1988 I flew down to Pusan, Korea, to try the Paradise Beach Casino on for size. Though I had been calling plays for the team for over a year, it was my first time in Korea with my brother, Pro21. After a dramatic weekend (see Pro21’s account elsewhere in this issue for details), he flew back to the States, while I went back to Seoul to hang around the team’s apartment. (One good way to get hired for the next trip, in preference to other freelance PCs (play callers), is to already be there, 8000 miles away, which saves the team airfare.)
Every few weeks, through the summer, a second PC would arrive, BP in tow. We played from Friday night through Sunday afternoon, because the casino was empty during the week. PCs needed to sleep a few hours between shifts, but we worked our BPs relentlessly. Rocky set the record: 39 hours at the table in a 44-hour period. Just one more reason he was the World’s Greatest BP.
Finally came a trip where a bad thing happened. The casino decided that Rocky was winning too much, and called Walker Hill to see if they knew of him. (It probably hadn’t helped matters that a Yakuza boss whom I had had run-ins with up in Seoul lost $50,000 playing with us one afternoon, and started screaming that it was all Rocky’s fault because he ’played like an American!’)
No sooner had they hung up the phone, than Rocky was limited to a bet spread of 100,000 – 300,000 won. (Approximately US$150-$450, with a table limit of two million won). For good measure, they limited me too. ’But I’m only betting a hundred thousand won!’ ’Doesn’t matter. From now on, 100,000 to 300,000.’
That was the end of it, I thought, until a month later a phone call informed me that a PC and BP would be arriving at the end of the week. ’Where are we going?’ ’Pusan.’ ’Not with me!’ Had I actually been barred? Well, not really, but I was sure that the casino wouldn’t tolerate me. ’You’ll be working with Darryl. He hasn’t been to Pusan this year. And, you’ll have a brand new BP. He’s never been there. He’s never been anywhere. Never been in a casino in his life! Anyway, we’ve got no one else to send.’
And so on Friday night, while Steve, our new BP, checked into the Paradise Beach, and Darryl settled into our room across the street at the Green Beach (only $40 a night), I opened up a dead table in the casino.’You! You!…You!’ The Shift Manager waved a finger under my nose while he tried to think of some other English word to shout at me. ’You! One hundred thousand – three hundred thousand!’
Oh, and because I was playing heads up, I would have to play three hands until someone joined me. As the only customer, I might have been the center of attention anyway, but since I was the nefarious American card counter, I was more than that. The manager brought together every boss, and every dealer, lined them up, and had them memorize my face, pore by pore. I smiled weakly, and prayed hard for a run of bad cards. Naturally, I drew more naturals than any session of my life. After 45 minutes, flat betting, I was up 65 bets, around US$10,000. I left before shift change, 30 pairs of eyes glaring at my departing back.
In the morning, at the end of graveyard, I put in my next appearance. Same story, same dialogue, slightly different cast. This time, I won only 35 bets.They hadn’t stopped me from playing, so an hour later I returned for day shift, and my first session with the BP.
For a Big Player whose entire casino experience was limited to his session with Darryl the night before, Steve did fairly well. He didn’t quite blend in with the other Japanese (they were all Yakuza chieftains, and he was a sushi chef), but he followed signals well, without any obvious hesitation, or inordinate interest in my hands and chips.
We played for 6½ hours, and won slowly but steadily. As the shift progressed, the pace picked up. The other players began to follow Steve’s bets, pressing when he pressed, backing off when he backed off. The dealer obliged, by turning ice cold. She began breaking, hand after hand. Since the Japanese players almost never break (it might be the dealer’s bust card, and the others would never forgive them), everyone won.
After 6½ hours, I sent Steve from the table. With him gone, the others immediately left. He had won forty-and- a-half million won. I had picked up another million and a half. The other players piling on had reaped twenty-eight million more. The table was down seventy million, or almost exactly that magic $100,000!
’Too much! He win too much!’ Three bosses were there, the damage being too much for one to assess. They looked to me for sympathy, and I obliged: ’You’re right! That Japanese guy was the luckiest player I’ve ever seen!’ They nodded, shell-shocked. Sweat dripped clammily from three sets of brows. ’Too much! Win too much!’
Swing and grave weren’t much to speak of, but on the plane to Seoul Darryl was crowing. Steve had won another twenty million won. We spent the week in Seoul, while Steve went straight from Pusan to Japan, to visit family. Next Friday, we were back at the scene of the crime. Steve and I did little damage overnight, but Saturday afternoon, Darryl led him to another twenty million win. Love that day shift!
We hadn’t been playing more than an hour Saturday night, when the tap came. Steve was pulled off the game, to confer with the Casino Manager himself. Ten minutes went by, then twenty. Finally, Steve and the boss returned. Steve tried not to look at me, but his eyes kept slipping sideways while he gathered up his chips to go cash out. He was plainly terrified. Well of course, it was the kid’s first trip to the dean’s office!
Tap tap! The boss was at my shoulder. ’Yes?’ ’I would like to talk with you.’ ’Okay, after the shoe.’ No, whatever he wanted to tell me just wouldn’t wait. We went to his office, and he was polite, but firm. I was no longer an honored guest of the Paradise Beach Casino. Could I please go elsewhere – another continent, perhaps?
Back in Seoul, we took Steve around, and showed him the charms of Itaewon — silk suits and bar girls, both of which could be custom tailored for just $100. And Monday morning it was time to send him home. ’Here’s $5000. That’s all you can carry out of Korea.’ ’What do I I do with all this money?’ ’The money I advanced you last night? For shopping, and… ahem… miscellaneous? That came to $350, so when you get to LA, Craig owes you another $1650.’ ’But what do I do with the $5000?’
So I explained. ’We won 98 million won. The Olympics are next month, but it’s the won that’s on steroids. It’s trading at under 700 right now. You get 5% after expenses, which works out to $140,000, so your end is $7000. You get the $5000, plus the money last night, plus whatever Craig owes you when you get back.’I get to keep this?’
I guess when they explained the deal back in LA, they hadn’t told him he could win this much money. Up to now it had been just chips. Suddenly, it was real money. ’When do we do this again!?’ ’Uh, well, talk to them when you get to LA.’ Let them break it to him that his blackjack career was over, just one and a half weeks after it began. Short it may have been, but I was sure that Steve would take the news like a pro. After all, he’d won his lifetime hundred thousand. Tommy Hyland
My most memorable win was probably about 15 years ago in Atlantic City. I was part of a massive project involving 25 - 30 people and as many as 10 or 12 on a specific play. To make a long story short, the project exploited dealers who shuffled in a certain way and we had every dealer in the place scouted to see if they met our requirements. Even though this game was very lucrative given the right conditions, there were relatively few dealers in each casino that were playable. We also needed to play head up for very high stakes.
Far and away the best dealer in this particular casino was a large, affable, black male by the name of ’Rosie.’ Unfortunately for us, he was buried deep on a crowded $2 table. Thus our ’game openers’ had to begin the arduous task of clearing the table. Their job was to get all the regular customers off the table then all leave close together without the pit noticing anything unusual. Our BP, who had already established himself as a major sucker, would then come and request that this empty table be made a private game.
Our ’openers’ did many things to get the regular players off our target table. A few examples I remember are: (1) they would make rude comments criticizing the regular players’ play, then split 10s themselves and laugh if the dealer made his hand and swept the table. (2) We had cigars and specially prepared clothes that were unbelievably foul. (3) Particularly stubborn customers would ’accidently’ get a drink spilled on them.
The majority of the time we scheduled a play, for one reason or another, we would fail to get it down. Many times we’d have 10 or so people spend 4 or 5 hours and all we’d get for our effort would be a fair amount of negative EV. But on this night things went our way. We captured the table, got our BP on, then proceeded to win about $140,000. We had beaten Rosie before for a couple of medium-sized wins so we figured we’d wait a while before attempting to play him again. But we never got the chance. When our project ended about 6 months later, he was still where he’d been every night since our big win – THE BIG SIX WHEEL.
My most memorable loss was in the early 80s. I had just joined up with four very sharp guys who taught me to shuffle track. Probably because I was already mildly famous in the blackjack community at this time, they didn’t put me through the rigorous testing a new recruit would normally be subject to. They pretty much just showed me some stuff and turned me loose. I had won quite a bit of money in my career so far just straight counting, so imagine how much I was going to win now that I was a SHUFFLE TRACKER!
I marched off to the Fremont, of all places, and in the space of 5 or 6 days, I managed to lose $75,000 or $100,000. The Fremont bosses were ecstatic at their good fortune, but were mildly puzzled as to why a rich guy like myself would choose the Fremont to gamble instead of somewhere slightly nicer like Caesars Palace or the MGM. I explained that I preferred a small, friendly place like the Fremont where I was treated like someone special.
While managing to keep up appearances at the Fremont, I was devastated as my losses mounted, mainly because I wanted to win for my new teammates. They had shown a lot of confidence in me and I was repaying them with record setting losses. Unfortunately for the Fremont, just when they were probably planning what luxuries to spend their windfall on (maybe room furniture with knobs still attached or light bulbs that actually emitted light), the tide turned. I won my money back and have managed to continue to win a few bucks in the years since then. Darryl Purpose
In the winter of 1983 the blackjack team I was on was experimenting with a new technology. It involved a computer, hidden in our shoes, operated by our toes. The computer was powered by lithium batteries strapped to our ankles and connected by wires running through our crotch. We told the computer what cards were being played and then exactly how the deck was shuffled, and the computer told us how much to bet and how to play the hand through a ‘tapper’ on the bottom of our feet.
Because I was pretty notorious in Nevada at that time we needed to check out the efficacy of the system in another place. Perhaps we could make a little money, too. That’s what brought us to Leicester, England. The problem with us gambling at the casino in Leicester was that there was NO GOOD REASON for any person not living there to be there in February. Tourists?! Hardly a sellable cover story in the mid-England cold. Recreational gamblers?! Why not go to Las Vegas — one hour away from our homes by plane? When asked, ’What are two Americans doing in Leicester in February?’ we said, ’Ah... playing the folk festival in Enderby.... and ah, ...visiting the SOCK factory!’ (Yeah, that’s it!!)
There were two casinos in Leicester at the time. Annabelle’s was the one we ended up playing at. When we began to win, they began to sweat. It was a small win (about $10,000) but apparently enough for Annabelle’s to be wary of our play. When we stopped and tried to cash our chips, they told us they didn’t have that much cash and asked us to come back the next day. WHAT?!
This was remarkable — in all our years playing we’d NEVER been asked to come back the next day and pick up our winnings! When we raised a stink, they offered to give us a check. RIGHT. We kept the chips. We didn’t know what to make of the ’don’t have the cash’ story — maybe it was true, or maybe they were on to us and were going to give us a difficult time about getting our money.
We talked long and hard that night about the correct strategy the next day and ended up deciding that we would wear the computer to the casino. (Actually, I was wearing the computer; Nicholas, who was a world-class player in his own right, was just overseeing the progress of the computer concept for the investors back in Las Vegas.) Our plan was that I’d cash out the chips and Nicholas would go sit down at the blackjack table and see if any important elements of the game had changed. (They had) If everything had been cool, we might have played some more.
Before we went inside the casino, I noticed a piece of paper in the car with notes from previous sessions in other England casinos laying about. Not the kind of thing casual gamblers would have around. I folded it up and stuffed it into a peanut wrapper. This turned out to be a good move, and the decision to wear the computer turned out to be PERFECT, because my legs (where the computer was) were the ONLY place they did NOT end up searching!
So we walked into the casino — Nicholas headed for the tables and I went to the cashier. A man asked me to come with him, he had a few questions. Being asked to come to the back room had happened a lot to us in Nevada and elsewhere, and was not unexpected. USUALLY, however, we did NOT have a possibly ill
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Play online blackjack for real money at top Australian online casinos. Win big payouts playing blackjack at blackjack casinos with top reviews. Some people mistakenly believe that they can become an overnight millionaire playing online blackjack. While that might be possible for someone that is playing with a very large bankroll, the reality is that your wins will be smaller. It might take you longer to win the online blackjack money that you want to win, and patience is required.
I’m going to Vegas for the first time and new in this sub but am planning on playing some blackjack, so I’ve been going over basic strategy. I downloaded a training app to practice and have been consistently around 90% correct. Now I know blackjack is a net negative expectation with something like a 49% win rate if I remember correctly, assuming you play perfectly according to basic strategy.
I’m wondering if I’m playing basic strategy correctly 90% of the time, what is my total win rate. Is it as simple at 90% of 49%? Or is there a way to come out with true expected win percentage?Winners and Losers: True Tales From the Blackjack Trenches By Tobaksa, Tommy Hyland, Taylor James, Dan Paymar, Pro21, Dustin D. Marks, One More Shoe, Bob Loeb, Abbot Avarissa, Bill Haywood, Anthony Curtis, JC, Cizef, Max Rubin, James Grosjean, John Brahms, Moe Cash (From Blackjack Forum XXI #3, Fall 2001) © Blackjack Forum 2001
There are, in fact, some online blackjack games that have a house edge over 1% and even over 2%. If your goal is to win and not just to have fun, then you should definitely stay clear of those. Tip #3: Know Your Game Inside Out. Not all blackjack games are made from the same mold. The online blackjack games offered by TonyBet Casino have been available since 2009 and made possible with help of top gaming providers such as NetEnt, Evolution Gaming, and NYX Interactive. Coming in at number for is 888Casino. This casino provides 5 online blackjack games. The nice thing about Blackjack is that it is a game that gives you a big chance to win a lot of money. Compared to other Bitcoin casino games, this one offers the best chance because you can use the right strategy and wit to win big at the game. Nowadays, Bitcoin blackjack is become very popular among players at online casinos.
[New card counters are often astonished by what they consider to be ’impossible’ bankroll fluctuations. I recently sent emails out to a bunch of longtime players, some professional gamblers, some writers, some known, some not, and asked them if they had any memorable stories of wins or losses they could share with Blackjack Forum readers.
I contacted card counters, shuffle trackers, blackjack team players, hole-card players, old-time concealed blackjack computer players, video poker players, tournament players, sports bettors, Internet gamblers, comp and coupon hustlers, and even an admitted cheater. If you think you’ve got an ’impossible’ fluctuation or two, listen to what some of the pros have to say… — Arnold Snyder] Tobaksa
One hundred thousand dollars. Spelled out, with every zero, and a great big dollar sign up front that’s $100,000.00! When I started playing blackjack, winning one hundred thousand was the benchmark. If you had, you were a pro. Any amateur could win a thousand, or ten. That was fluctuation. A hundred thou was work. It took a long time, usually a couple of years to win a hundred thousand. Once won, we knew that you never had to worry about going ’lifetime stuck.’ (Hah!)
Malcolm, a flamboyant fixture on the blackjack scene, won his in a little over a year. Unfortunately, his teammates lost $100,000 the same year. ’Woody,’ (a mutual friend) ’has won $140,000 lifetime, and has saved $160,000!’ (Woody had also invested in winning banks.) ’I’ve won $160,000, and I’ve saved… $1.40.’ Over the years, the bankrolls got bigger, and the fluctuations bigger as well. Still, a hundred thousand was a hundred thousand.
In the late 1980s, the greatest game in the world was being dealt in Korea. The Walker Hill Casino in Seoul was quite polite, and would generally not bar you until you got up from the table, but bar you they would. Once barred, given that everyone else in the casino was Asian, it was hard to slip back in the door and blend in.
A team of friends and relatives got themselves barred, but one of them came up with a great idea. Most of Walker Hill’s patrons were Japanese. It was thought that the Korean bosses would never bar a Japanese player. Why not recruit some Japanese, and train them as Gorilla BPs? Why not indeed?This worked so well that a year and a half later, in the spring of 1988, Walker Hill limited the bet spread of one of our players (Rocky, the World’s Greatest BP), and also changed the rules that had made the place so attractive.
So in May of 1988 I flew down to Pusan, Korea, to try the Paradise Beach Casino on for size. Though I had been calling plays for the team for over a year, it was my first time in Korea with my brother, Pro21. After a dramatic weekend (see Pro21’s account elsewhere in this issue for details), he flew back to the States, while I went back to Seoul to hang around the team’s apartment. (One good way to get hired for the next trip, in preference to other freelance PCs (play callers), is to already be there, 8000 miles away, which saves the team airfare.)
Every few weeks, through the summer, a second PC would arrive, BP in tow. We played from Friday night through Sunday afternoon, because the casino was empty during the week. PCs needed to sleep a few hours between shifts, but we worked our BPs relentlessly. Rocky set the record: 39 hours at the table in a 44-hour period. Just one more reason he was the World’s Greatest BP.
Finally came a trip where a bad thing happened. The casino decided that Rocky was winning too much, and called Walker Hill to see if they knew of him. (It probably hadn’t helped matters that a Yakuza boss whom I had had run-ins with up in Seoul lost $50,000 playing with us one afternoon, and started screaming that it was all Rocky’s fault because he ’played like an American!’)
No sooner had they hung up the phone, than Rocky was limited to a bet spread of 100,000 – 300,000 won. (Approximately US$150-$450, with a table limit of two million won). For good measure, they limited me too. ’But I’m only betting a hundred thousand won!’ ’Doesn’t matter. From now on, 100,000 to 300,000.’
That was the end of it, I thought, until a month later a phone call informed me that a PC and BP would be arriving at the end of the week. ’Where are we going?’ ’Pusan.’ ’Not with me!’ Had I actually been barred? Well, not really, but I was sure that the casino wouldn’t tolerate me. ’You’ll be working with Darryl. He hasn’t been to Pusan this year. And, you’ll have a brand new BP. He’s never been there. He’s never been anywhere. Never been in a casino in his life! Anyway, we’ve got no one else to send.’
And so on Friday night, while Steve, our new BP, checked into the Paradise Beach, and Darryl settled into our room across the street at the Green Beach (only $40 a night), I opened up a dead table in the casino.’You! You!…You!’ The Shift Manager waved a finger under my nose while he tried to think of some other English word to shout at me. ’You! One hundred thousand – three hundred thousand!’
Oh, and because I was playing heads up, I would have to play three hands until someone joined me. As the only customer, I might have been the center of attention anyway, but since I was the nefarious American card counter, I was more than that. The manager brought together every boss, and every dealer, lined them up, and had them memorize my face, pore by pore. I smiled weakly, and prayed hard for a run of bad cards. Naturally, I drew more naturals than any session of my life. After 45 minutes, flat betting, I was up 65 bets, around US$10,000. I left before shift change, 30 pairs of eyes glaring at my departing back.
In the morning, at the end of graveyard, I put in my next appearance. Same story, same dialogue, slightly different cast. This time, I won only 35 bets.They hadn’t stopped me from playing, so an hour later I returned for day shift, and my first session with the BP.
For a Big Player whose entire casino experience was limited to his session with Darryl the night before, Steve did fairly well. He didn’t quite blend in with the other Japanese (they were all Yakuza chieftains, and he was a sushi chef), but he followed signals well, without any obvious hesitation, or inordinate interest in my hands and chips.
We played for 6½ hours, and won slowly but steadily. As the shift progressed, the pace picked up. The other players began to follow Steve’s bets, pressing when he pressed, backing off when he backed off. The dealer obliged, by turning ice cold. She began breaking, hand after hand. Since the Japanese players almost never break (it might be the dealer’s bust card, and the others would never forgive them), everyone won.
After 6½ hours, I sent Steve from the table. With him gone, the others immediately left. He had won forty-and- a-half million won. I had picked up another million and a half. The other players piling on had reaped twenty-eight million more. The table was down seventy million, or almost exactly that magic $100,000!
’Too much! He win too much!’ Three bosses were there, the damage being too much for one to assess. They looked to me for sympathy, and I obliged: ’You’re right! That Japanese guy was the luckiest player I’ve ever seen!’ They nodded, shell-shocked. Sweat dripped clammily from three sets of brows. ’Too much! Win too much!’
Swing and grave weren’t much to speak of, but on the plane to Seoul Darryl was crowing. Steve had won another twenty million won. We spent the week in Seoul, while Steve went straight from Pusan to Japan, to visit family. Next Friday, we were back at the scene of the crime. Steve and I did little damage overnight, but Saturday afternoon, Darryl led him to another twenty million win. Love that day shift!
We hadn’t been playing more than an hour Saturday night, when the tap came. Steve was pulled off the game, to confer with the Casino Manager himself. Ten minutes went by, then twenty. Finally, Steve and the boss returned. Steve tried not to look at me, but his eyes kept slipping sideways while he gathered up his chips to go cash out. He was plainly terrified. Well of course, it was the kid’s first trip to the dean’s office!
Tap tap! The boss was at my shoulder. ’Yes?’ ’I would like to talk with you.’ ’Okay, after the shoe.’ No, whatever he wanted to tell me just wouldn’t wait. We went to his office, and he was polite, but firm. I was no longer an honored guest of the Paradise Beach Casino. Could I please go elsewhere – another continent, perhaps?
Back in Seoul, we took Steve around, and showed him the charms of Itaewon — silk suits and bar girls, both of which could be custom tailored for just $100. And Monday morning it was time to send him home. ’Here’s $5000. That’s all you can carry out of Korea.’ ’What do I I do with all this money?’ ’The money I advanced you last night? For shopping, and… ahem… miscellaneous? That came to $350, so when you get to LA, Craig owes you another $1650.’ ’But what do I do with the $5000?’
So I explained. ’We won 98 million won. The Olympics are next month, but it’s the won that’s on steroids. It’s trading at under 700 right now. You get 5% after expenses, which works out to $140,000, so your end is $7000. You get the $5000, plus the money last night, plus whatever Craig owes you when you get back.’I get to keep this?’
I guess when they explained the deal back in LA, they hadn’t told him he could win this much money. Up to now it had been just chips. Suddenly, it was real money. ’When do we do this again!?’ ’Uh, well, talk to them when you get to LA.’ Let them break it to him that his blackjack career was over, just one and a half weeks after it began. Short it may have been, but I was sure that Steve would take the news like a pro. After all, he’d won his lifetime hundred thousand. Tommy Hyland
My most memorable win was probably about 15 years ago in Atlantic City. I was part of a massive project involving 25 - 30 people and as many as 10 or 12 on a specific play. To make a long story short, the project exploited dealers who shuffled in a certain way and we had every dealer in the place scouted to see if they met our requirements. Even though this game was very lucrative given the right conditions, there were relatively few dealers in each casino that were playable. We also needed to play head up for very high stakes.
Far and away the best dealer in this particular casino was a large, affable, black male by the name of ’Rosie.’ Unfortunately for us, he was buried deep on a crowded $2 table. Thus our ’game openers’ had to begin the arduous task of clearing the table. Their job was to get all the regular customers off the table then all leave close together without the pit noticing anything unusual. Our BP, who had already established himself as a major sucker, would then come and request that this empty table be made a private game.
Our ’openers’ did many things to get the regular players off our target table. A few examples I remember are: (1) they would make rude comments criticizing the regular players’ play, then split 10s themselves and laugh if the dealer made his hand and swept the table. (2) We had cigars and specially prepared clothes that were unbelievably foul. (3) Particularly stubborn customers would ’accidently’ get a drink spilled on them.
The majority of the time we scheduled a play, for one reason or another, we would fail to get it down. Many times we’d have 10 or so people spend 4 or 5 hours and all we’d get for our effort would be a fair amount of negative EV. But on this night things went our way. We captured the table, got our BP on, then proceeded to win about $140,000. We had beaten Rosie before for a couple of medium-sized wins so we figured we’d wait a while before attempting to play him again. But we never got the chance. When our project ended about 6 months later, he was still where he’d been every night since our big win – THE BIG SIX WHEEL.
My most memorable loss was in the early 80s. I had just joined up with four very sharp guys who taught me to shuffle track. Probably because I was already mildly famous in the blackjack community at this time, they didn’t put me through the rigorous testing a new recruit would normally be subject to. They pretty much just showed me some stuff and turned me loose. I had won quite a bit of money in my career so far just straight counting, so imagine how much I was going to win now that I was a SHUFFLE TRACKER!
I marched off to the Fremont, of all places, and in the space of 5 or 6 days, I managed to lose $75,000 or $100,000. The Fremont bosses were ecstatic at their good fortune, but were mildly puzzled as to why a rich guy like myself would choose the Fremont to gamble instead of somewhere slightly nicer like Caesars Palace or the MGM. I explained that I preferred a small, friendly place like the Fremont where I was treated like someone special.
While managing to keep up appearances at the Fremont, I was devastated as my losses mounted, mainly because I wanted to win for my new teammates. They had shown a lot of confidence in me and I was repaying them with record setting losses. Unfortunately for the Fremont, just when they were probably planning what luxuries to spend their windfall on (maybe room furniture with knobs still attached or light bulbs that actually emitted light), the tide turned. I won my money back and have managed to continue to win a few bucks in the years since then. Darryl Purpose
In the winter of 1983 the blackjack team I was on was experimenting with a new technology. It involved a computer, hidden in our shoes, operated by our toes. The computer was powered by lithium batteries strapped to our ankles and connected by wires running through our crotch. We told the computer what cards were being played and then exactly how the deck was shuffled, and the computer told us how much to bet and how to play the hand through a ‘tapper’ on the bottom of our feet.
Because I was pretty notorious in Nevada at that time we needed to check out the efficacy of the system in another place. Perhaps we could make a little money, too. That’s what brought us to Leicester, England. The problem with us gambling at the casino in Leicester was that there was NO GOOD REASON for any person not living there to be there in February. Tourists?! Hardly a sellable cover story in the mid-England cold. Recreational gamblers?! Why not go to Las Vegas — one hour away from our homes by plane? When asked, ’What are two Americans doing in Leicester in February?’ we said, ’Ah... playing the folk festival in Enderby.... and ah, ...visiting the SOCK factory!’ (Yeah, that’s it!!)
There were two casinos in Leicester at the time. Annabelle’s was the one we ended up playing at. When we began to win, they began to sweat. It was a small win (about $10,000) but apparently enough for Annabelle’s to be wary of our play. When we stopped and tried to cash our chips, they told us they didn’t have that much cash and asked us to come back the next day. WHAT?!
This was remarkable — in all our years playing we’d NEVER been asked to come back the next day and pick up our winnings! When we raised a stink, they offered to give us a check. RIGHT. We kept the chips. We didn’t know what to make of the ’don’t have the cash’ story — maybe it was true, or maybe they were on to us and were going to give us a difficult time about getting our money.
We talked long and hard that night about the correct strategy the next day and ended up deciding that we would wear the computer to the casino. (Actually, I was wearing the computer; Nicholas, who was a world-class player in his own right, was just overseeing the progress of the computer concept for the investors back in Las Vegas.) Our plan was that I’d cash out the chips and Nicholas would go sit down at the blackjack table and see if any important elements of the game had changed. (They had) If everything had been cool, we might have played some more.
Before we went inside the casino, I noticed a piece of paper in the car with notes from previous sessions in other England casinos laying about. Not the kind of thing casual gamblers would have around. I folded it up and stuffed it into a peanut wrapper. This turned out to be a good move, and the decision to wear the computer turned out to be PERFECT, because my legs (where the computer was) were the ONLY place they did NOT end up searching!
So we walked into the casino — Nicholas headed for the tables and I went to the cashier. A man asked me to come with him, he had a few questions. Being asked to come to the back room had happened a lot to us in Nevada and elsewhere, and was not unexpected. USUALLY, however, we did NOT have a possibly ill
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