86 at NY NY

New York New York casino. In Vegas for a little vacation, ironically enough with friends this time instead of big money, no intention to win it all. New York casino is crowded, and we are playing at a ten dollar table, shoe game (great rules), ranging from ten to sixty dollars. I�m well aware this is not enough to win, and the radar is off.

I have two big chances to save myself. The pit phone rings and the supervisor turns around and stares right at me. Normally this is the signal to bail out of the plane, but this time I�m thinking for sure it�s coincidence, no way would surveillance look twice at my spread (with cover!). Then the three security guards show up. Plus two older guys, dressed very nicely. There�s a several minute conference in the pit, and all of them are staring intently at the video screen, which unfortunately I cannot see. I�m thinking no possible way can this be for me. Also, there has been a lot of booze involved in this vacation. Curse the devil�s brew! I�ve never gotten in trouble sober. Anyway, the next thing I know all five of them are standing right behind me, and the manager says �sir please step away from the table.� Ok maybe this is for me after all.

At this point I make my critical decision, which in retrospect may have been a mistake. I do not turn to face the manager. Instead I simply pick up my chips and head for the door. Over my shoulder I hear the security guard say �what should we do?,� to which the manager says �eighty six him.� Shoot. I�m read the whole riot act on my way out including dire consequences should I ever set foot on the property again, so long as I shall live. Whew. It�s a daunting speech, and the first time for me! They never ask me for ID. Then I reach the door, and that�s it.

How in the world did they get me? I never used my player�s card, didn�t bet a lot (the entire trip), wasn�t there more than an hour. I played about two hours the night before on the shoe with the same range, no heat at all (of course). I had, however, tried to break the shoe in black chips about three months prior. Someone must have recognized me up in the sky, called the manager � and then sent the video feed of my last trip down to the pit for him to confirm ID? What a Herculean administrative task. Possibly some of this much talked about facial recognition software may have tagged me, but since I�ve never been 86�d before this seems far less likely. The casino is taking this more seriously than I had accounted for.

My friends are all very impressed. Not exactly in a good way, though.

for even noticing that action.

I'm not saying i don't believe u first of all. I just can't believe that ANY mgm-mirage prop would do this. Why would they even bother with this embarrassment??? I guess i find it hard to believe cause i have played there for hours before and consecutive days on the same shift spreading like $10 to $400!!! Sure i got some looks and stuff, but that's it. It honestly makes me sick to hear this kind of shit. Almost sick enough to want to leave this website altogether so i don't ever have to read this kind of thing again!!! What a fucking joke!!! Sorry about my profanity, but i just had to let it out. Good luck to you, and if you do usually play bigger, go back one day to play again and play for stakes where u can actually see them sweating, cause these morons actually do sweat over it sometimes!!!

regards,

table

Hey, thanks DD, Shadow, and tableburner for your comments, this board as a whole is invaluable for its advice and as a chance to sound off. I thought I might add a few lines of clarification.

I don�t play a huge amount of blackjack. When I do play, I use my system in two very distinct modes of employment. The first is for high stakes in secret, both in secret from the casino and also in secret from co workers and acquaintances. It�s cool to tell people you gamble for money � but lots of people just don�t quite seem to understand, and in all honesty can you blame them? The casino has more than enough reason, and probably more than enough evidence to knock me out of their game for this type of play.

The second way I play is when anyone I know is around, and then it�s mostly for red chips and free drinks. Counting is second nature of course, but I generally won�t range enough to make money, and, more importantly, enough to attract undue attention.

I rarely get any heat at all, mostly because in the first mode I�m around so infrequently, and in the second I�m no threat to the casino. I�ve been backed off a few times before, and usually I leave when there�s even a �bluff� back off (supervisor acting threatening, giving you the evil eye seeing if you�ll get rattled), but I decided to write about this one because it was particularly unusual.

I�m quite sure they didn�t 86 me for my play that day; it was for my play three months prior. The surprise was that their corporation would have a memory so long � usually it�s difficult, impossibly difficult, for such a large organization to successfully match a new name and ID with an old face. Could they really have barred me in absentia way back when? Courts hate to do this with good reason � much higher chance of error. I actually considered pulling the old �never been here before in my life!� strategy, but if they did indeed keep tapes of my play that probably wouldn�t have worked. I really did read them for a bluff when they were on their way over, but suppose that�s a little lesson for me. When the manager shows up with three security guards, red chip game or no, it�s not a bluff.

If you�re going to range from $10 to $400 with cover, you�ll probably be ok unless you play for more than a couple of hours at a stretch. It�s not that they can�t get you � it�s just that they can�t get you in a cost effective manner.

I had played there about 5 times- few hours each time. Last few times under a fake ID. Even played the dd in the high roller pit 1-8 black, 1-16 green in the regular pit- for short periods and mostly w/ my spouse (I think the value of playing w/ a spouse cannot be underestimated at these type places).

On last trip, i gave no ID, and only had a chance to spread 1-6 maybe 1-8 green tops with off-the-top bet cover. Out of the blue, got the 86. Never could figure this out.
1. Was it just based on my play and the fact that player gets scrutinized so much more if no players card.
2. Was it from being flyered from Palms.
3. Was it being flyered from Bellagio- never got booted from the Belagio but pretty sure they looked up ID and the picture on the computer did not match the guy betting. Ran 4.4 40 in getting out of there.

There's one located in the High Limit BJ area at NYNY w/ someone monitoring it constantly. Any idea what this screen is used for?