I acted like a Ploppy for 5 min. and

LOVED IT.I was in the middle of my first prolonged losing streak of the year.Hours of frustration,receiving stiffs and busting with faces and of hearing how I hit 12 against a 6,messed up the whole shoe and ruined the flow of the cards.Another high count with a dealer questioning my every move for the last 3 hours and this 15-5 {a term I just made up}ghetto guy comes along.Just looking at him I knew he would hit stiffs.Betting a hundred with a couple splits on one hand and a doouble on the other,both receiving garbage, he hits 16 against a 6,taking more of my good cards.I knew he would.And the dealer quickly gave it to him.He didn't even give him a chance to be swayed by the almighty powers of the "table."And so I hated the dealer too."No," I yelled.Instead of busting, the dealer drew to 20,I suddenly slammed my green chips all over the felt in frustration.The floor was there and had my sympothy.I complained and THE WHOLE TABLE AGREED WITH ME.And the next hand the dealer got blackjack."There's always one who ruins it,"I said.The ghetto guy comented that this was a tough table.I gave him the cut card."hope it works out for you homes or homey.I just had to get all this out of my system.This game is like baseball and marraige-it's a long season.Willi.

I've been there. Very recently in fact.

I get so sick of the "table" sometimes it makes me want to scream. I had a lady scream bloody murder on me for spreading out to two bets (the TC was +4...what does she expect?? :), and from then on I basically was expressly blamed for every loss she had after that. And you can't shut these people up sometimes unless you do something drastic yourself...

"Would you please shut the **** up?!"

(just kidding)

But it's like you have to work yourself up and get equally upset with them before they shut up.

What I do when I notice all these things are really starting to get to me-- take a week off. Sleep all the bad karma these people want to give me out of my system and come back fresh ;)

you are a ploppie.

Betting a hundred with a couple splits on one hand and a doouble on the other,both receiving garbage, he hits 16 against a 6,taking more of my good cards.I knew he would.And the dealer quickly gave it to him.He didn't even give him a chance to be swayed by the almighty powers of the "table."And so I hated the dealer too."No," I yelled.Instead of busting, the dealer drew to 20,I suddenly slammed my green chips all over the felt in frustration.The floor was there and had my sympothy.I complained and THE WHOLE TABLE AGREED WITH ME.

Sounds to me like you really are blaming him for your loss, and not just acting. You know better.

motheye

very long !

it was just for 5 minutes.All the studying and EV bull$hit.Feel good about yourself-you made the right moves though.Dealing with every idiot dealer and horse's ass.THIS IS LIKE A JOB-I'd rather rip off a roof in 100 degrees than hear these morons for another day.OK you're right I was a ploppy with a Y.BUT IT WAS SUCH A RELIEF.They do affect your game during high counts,especially poor penetration games where you have to wong and really work for those counts.Yesterday some fish was fumbling around for his money and the dealer was explaining to the civivlians how you should play some hands{the round before he told somebody to hit 2 aces}long enough for the relief dealer to come and while burying a card....yellooooow ruining my +5.I just watched this whole thing play out helplessly as he had entered the pit.How about when they forget the cut card came out and a turkey mentions it.But that's Blackjack and that's how it'll always be.Willi.P.S.Of course they come in just as much during the negetaive counts but being a ploppy I don't mention that.

Go have a beer, watch a movie, sit and watch the waves at the beach, maybe do nothing for a weekend, whatever, but take a break.

It's starting to get to you.

It is to the casino's advantage when the usual gang of idiots at the tables get on your last nerve.

The childish tyraid was my therapy.As it happened,I made an unbelievable come back in the last 15 minutes-never happened to me before.I actually destroyed them in one shoe.From down 1800 for 15 hours to down less than a hundred.Usually it's the opposite-you have to grind it out with the wins but those killer shoes sure can hurt the wallet.Why is that?Willi.

Usually it's the opposite-you have to grind it out with the wins but those killer shoes sure can hurt the wallet.Why is that?

It is due to the innate contrariness of the universe.

I don't actually believe you called a black guy "homes" or "homey". If I witnessed someone doing that at a casino, I would be disgusted. Personally, I think you're just blowing a lot of smoke up our asses.

And another thing...how do you know this guy was from a ghetto? Because he was dark skinned? Or was it because of the clothes he was wearing?

Here's a free piece of advice before I go...make your posts understandable. I just read the previous post from you (the one where a player wanted to stand on 12 vs 8, and offered you $5 to stand). The information in the original post was so vague. It was only after reading the whole thread that I realized the casino was offering the players an exposed card. How were we suppose to know this from your original post? You simply stated "The next card coming out was a ten for sure.

I first thought maybe the dealer was so sloppy that you both knew what the hole card was, and that you ASSUMED the next card was a Ten (out of a high count or superstition, etc).

Couldn't you express yourself more clearly than that? Didn't you get further than 3rd grade?

Grow up. Stop posting useless information.

He had called me that.Usually when I play I prefer to play with very few know it all whites.It affects some of my BJ strategy.I'll let greater minds such as yours ponder racism or any other issue.I just care about BJ.It could have been anyone,it just happened to be him.The post was more about frustrations of a card counter getting his ass whipped and a sudden burst of whatever.Let's say for example that Jerry is a flaming homo.And you've been in the closet for years and finally you had the nerve to come out and admit you're a bone smuggler.What a relief it was for you.That's how I felt.It's over and I can go back to being a quiet,listen to everybody's bull$hit blackjack player.I read alot of these boards and it's sometimes funny listening to what some of the posters say about events,races,etc.It reminds me of all those actors always preaching some cause.The funny thing is they don't have a clue what's really going on.Willi.P.S.I work in the ghetto and I think I know what one looks like.

could you please speak English?

I am not quite what the etymological origins of "home boy" are, but the context it is always used in seems to be similar to "brother", ie generic term describing young black man.

A home boy is a close friend.

http://www.rapdict.org/terms/h

Notice though that this could be interpreted as a derogatory term quite easily if a white guy says it to a black guy he does not know. The obvious example would is "nigga":

nigga
(n) Curseword used originally by white people, taken over by black people as a name to show their proudness, and take off the edge; positive: "my nigga": my friend. I don't want to be called yo nigga" -- Public Enemy (Yo nigga [??]).

Williwong, you're lucky you didn't get punched in the mouth.

Williwong, you're lucky you didn't get punched in the mouth.

Williwong said that he was called a homey by the black gentleman. I think that it would then probably be acceptable to refer to him in kind - even if not strictly correct etiquette it seems clear to me that Williwong was reciprocating a friendly gesture by imitating the speech of the black gentleman. The tone would be important however.

I agree calling someone a homey straight out would be insulting. It is not a question of political correctness just good manners. Similarly, my American friends call me "a limey" sometimes, which I don't mind and is not an insulting term in itself. I would not accept that from someone who did not me know me well however.