BACKGROUND:
just got back from vegas after 3 days, comped at Bellagio but didnt gamble much there - worst BJ options on earth - lots of 6-to-5 BJ, hitting soft 17, CSM's - all for the $10 sucker tables with the next level basically being $100/hand two deck and nearly zip in between. The pit stooge scoffed when I told him the game I wanted ($25 min, S17, 3/2 BJ etc.) and let me know he doesnt even get excited until he sees $10,000 per hand. He didnt know I was an invited guest and that drove $3,000 worth of my action over to Caesars - thanks for the room Bellagio, nice hotel if you want my action tell your pit monkeys not to speak next time.
THE "LESSON":
...Meanwhile, at Ceasars, Renzy's front count said the shoe was good and it just got better as I continued using his ten/ace tracking and basic strategy. in a moment of weakness I over bet a hand after seeing two hands (5 players) of all tiny cards. The cut card has popped out and I have a pair of 3's to the dealers 5 up and I know like nobody at the table that there's a 10 under it. Forced to split I draw an 8 on one and double it but get a stiff hand with a suprise tiny card. Second hand draws ANOTHER 3 so I resplit. I almost unimaginably end up with all three hands being stiff and 4 times what was already a too large bet ($300). So there is my $1200 on the table and its the last hand of the deck, dealer pulls the ten out from under the five - fifteen thus far, right on cue, now for the monkey sandwich, just pull that other ten out of the shoe so I can act astonished please mr. dealer man, here comes card number 3 and oh look its a 6 - house has 21, everyone at the table screams in collective agony for me and two players as well as the blushing dealer all start screaming "you did everything right!!". Yes I did do everything right, righter than they know except for one thing - I bought a $1200 lesson in bet sizing that I wont EVER forget.
