After thinking about it, I figured out that you were flat minimum betting and making all sorts of stupid plays to mask your partners counting. There were better ways to get me to move than what you did. You're a real jerk.
I waited a few shoes because I didn't want to seem too obvious. I guess the chances of the pit crew that was there reading these pages is remote, so I'll just say that he said he assumed I was counting since I got a blackjack on a big bet.
technically my rollicking and fraught blackjack memoir is three years behind deadline but i did almost make the latest deadline, missing by only eight days. it's in penguin's hands now. i just went over the galleys last week. the march 18 pub date remains firm...
it was originally supposed to be march 18, 2007, is all.
your post gave me a brief pang of guilt. sometimes in a session it seems necessary to remove other bets from the table at almost any cost. of course there is no rule that says the guy forced to leave has to be you instead of him.
i wonder about their competence if the spotter was deliberately misplaying hands the way you say.
what the case was here. Again, I don't want to give too much info away about the situation but he was a pain (but friendly) even before I sat down. His "partner" hardly said a word but they didn't hide the fact that they were together. Unless they were counting, it was just a weird thing for him to say. I guess I'll never know but I do remember what he looks like. I've only figured out a few people who have counted, and I have usually left the table without incident. I know the goal of the true pro is to get in as many hands as possible and then means playing solo, but I like playing with other people. If that means fewer hands per hour, so be it. Besides, it is very difficult to get your own table playing at reasonable times of the day or night.