I thought I had heard everything from ploppies, but the other day someone set a new low. This guy was spouting all sorts of things about cycles and order of the cards and such, normal nonsense. But then after losing a hand, he set a new low with "You have to lose money to make money."
The guy must be a stock broker.
I used to play Wendover quite a bit, then known as Silver Smith. It was Junketeer heaven then with plane loads of clueless gamblers unloading at the small airport just east of town. The two $25 tables were full, and I decided to play at a $5 table. I knew the dealer and told him "I'll play till the clueless come". About 10 minutes later a guy walks up who had one of those little buttons on identifying him as a "junketeer", and he asked the dealer "is this a blackjack table". I just looked at the dealer, smiled and colored up.
My other memory took place in the Mirage, where once upon a time I was RFB and was my Vegas "home". I'm on a $25 table DD table sitting at 3rd base. Guy walks up with a small handful of purple chips, sits down and bets a purple. Dealer gets an ace up, he tosses over a pair of 3s. He splits the 3s with another purple. Dealer gives him an 8 and he doubles with another purple, he gets a 5 for 16. He works the second hand into a 17. I forgot my hand, but the dealer turns over a 9 under for 20. This guy drops $1.5k in about 10 seconds. I was so blown away by his play that I said "I normally never say anything, but I gotta tell ya, that was about the dumbest BJ play I've ever seen". He responded with "yeah, I knew it was wrong, but I was just feeling cocky".
Lots of entertaining people out there! :)
WC
The first time I was there was summer of 1978, before my recently failed marraige. I was on a mission to play single deck at every resort in Northern Nevada. Wendover was the first stop after driving west from Colorado. Then, there were two locations, not the five they have now. One was a bar with two snaps. The other was the Stateline, more of a motel with a half dozen snaps in an enlarged lobby. I stood at the first table and watched the deal. Blink!! I saw a red "Q". The dealer dealt around and gave himself the Queen of hearts. The rubes from SLC were oblivious. Next hand: Blink! Then blink again. The second deal was invisible but the peak was obvious ten feet away. Repeated felonies to grab the two bucks from the players. Needless to say, I didn't play.
I didn't return till many years later, when there were the five hotels. I distinctly remember trying to play heads up. and every time I placed a wager at an empty table the donkeys would leap from their seats and literally run around the pit to join the game. Apparenty, they couldn't stand the idea of a "lucky" table opening without them. I could play exactly one hand heads up before the table started filling.
