E. Diddy: girlfriend zings ploppy

[E. Diddy]

This past Saturday we were in Vegas for a little get away. After a great breakfast at the Orignal Pancake House @ Charleston and Decatur, we stopped in to Arizona Charlie's to use our $10 match play from the LVA POV. Not many tables were open, and those that were open were packed, but we found an open betting circle on a double deck table with a real motley-looking crew sitting at it.

I took out the coupon and put it in the circle with a $10 bill. The cards are dealt. The dealer shows a 3, and I get a pair of nines. As I dig out another $10 to split, the comments begin from the large black man at first base. "Oh here we go. He's taking two dealer bust cards." I get a 10 on my first 9 and an ace on the other. All right! Dealer turns over his hole card (a ten), then pulls a three and a four to make 20, wiping out the table.

If I hadn't seen it before, I wouldn't have believed the abuse I got. My favorite dig came from the large black man, who showed me his pair of nines that he didn't split, and called me a "ten dollar moron." I'm laughing at him and just letting it go, which is my personality, but not my girlfriend's. She says to the dealer, the pit boss, the guy, and the whole casino, "Wow. I used to think even the most retarded pigf*cker had the brains to split nines against a three, but now I know better." I'm sure she meant no offense to retarded pigf*ckers.

I'm a lucky guy.

--E

[Ouchez]

> This past Saturday we were in Vegas for a
> little get away. After a great breakfast at
> the Orignal Pancake House @ Charleston and
> Decatur, we stopped in to Arizona Charlie's
> to use our $10 match play from the LVA POV.
> Not many tables were open, and those that
> were open were packed, but we found an open
> betting circle on a double deck table with a
> real motley-looking crew sitting at it.

> I took out the coupon and put it in the
> circle with a $10 bill. The cards are dealt.
> The dealer shows a 3, and I get a pair of
> nines. As I dig out another $10 to split,
> the comments begin from the large black man
> at first base. "Oh here we go. He's
> taking two dealer bust cards." I get a
> 10 on my first 9 and an ace on the other.
> All right! Dealer turns over his hole card
> (a ten), then pulls a three and a four to
> make 20, wiping out the table.

> If I hadn't seen it before, I wouldn't have
> believed the abuse I got. My favorite dig
> came from the large black man, who showed me
> his pair of nines that he didn't split, and
> called me a "ten dollar moron."
> I'm laughing at him and just letting it go,
> which is my personality, but not my
> girlfriend's. She says to the dealer, the
> pit boss, the guy, and the whole casino,
> "Wow. I used to think even the most
> retarded pigf*cker had the brains to split
> nines against a three, but now I know
> better." I'm sure she meant no offense
> to retarded pigf*ckers.

> I'm a lucky guy.

> --E

he was way out of line and asking for trouble. In some circles he may have found more than he cared to handle.

If the pit was smart they would have kicked him out then and there to avoid a possible disaster.

Ploppys often cringe when you split 9's but they just show their ignorance.

Good cards,
Ouchez.

[Victoria]

Splitting 9's will always bring heat. Ploppy's are firm believers that 18 is a winner. So doubling soft 18 will bring the same heat and when you hit a 7 or like that, you will catch even more if the dealer wins.
Played in an Indian Casino a few weeks ago, split my 9's against a dealer 8, got a ton of heat from the big betting Korean Lady at 3rd base. Landed up with 4 9's, doubling on two and hitting 21 on each, getting an A on the 3rd, and a ten on the fourth. Certainly one of those dream hands if the dealer has 18. Korean lady has 18, dealers turns a 7 for 15, hits a 4. I win two doubles, a single and have a push, Korean lady looses and goes into a never ending speach (In Korean) about my play, the 10 I hit and so on. If she would have said something in English, I have a wicked tongue and probably would have said something but even better, she was so frustrated that she left me alone on the table with a +3 count.
Anyway, speaking to a Korean gentleman I know, I did find out that the key word she was using for me means moron. This moron won 5 $150 bets on splitting those 9's.
They will cry, but anyone who knows the slightest about BS, knows when you split 9's. Makes you wonder why casinos are so paranoid about us, when probably 95% of the ploppys do not even know BS.

[Fuzzy Math]

Why not point out to him that had he correctly split his 9s then the dealer would have gotten neither of those 2 small cards? If blame is to be assigned for the outcome of the dealer's hand, then at least give it to someone that misplayed their cards. ;P

[Coug Fan]

I have a new favorite response when ploppies get mad about my play. They will usually let lose a tirade and include the question "why did you do that?". I have found it very effective to answer "because I want you to lose". This usually shuts them up and has the added benefit of getting them to leave my table. Plus it is true. Ploppy losses (less the casino's commission) are my earnings.

Of course, you should probably dod a quick assesment of the likelihood that this ploppy might be a convicted felon before saying anything in the first place.

[Parker]

True or not, ploppies are not noted for their level-headed demeanor. Even if he doesn't "get physical," the object of your comment may become verbally abusive, drawing uwanted attention from the pit.

I like to simply stare vacantly at a spot somewhere behind him and say in a monotone, "I just play my cards the way the Voices tell me."

This usually has the desired result (ploppy leaves) without generating hostility.

If he still doesn't leave, a follow-up comment (spoken to no one in particular) might be: "This morning the Voices told me to clean all my guns."

:-)

[Geoff Hall]

> I like to simply stare vacantly at a spot
> somewhere behind him and say in a monotone,
> "I just play my cards the way the
> Voices tell me."

It reminds me of the story about the guy sitting at third base with his life savings bet in front of him. He is staring at a 17 vs. dealer 10 and is just about to signal a 'stand' when a little elf appeared on his shoulder.

"Take a card" says the elf.

Realising that nobody else can apparently see this elf the man whispers "But I have 17" to which the elf responds "It doesn't matter, take a card".

The man, feeling that this is an act from above, signals for a 'Hit' to the dealer.

"You realise that you have 17 Sir ?" ,quips the dealer, to which the man replies "Yes, I Know, but I feel like taking a card".

The dealer turns over the next card and it is an Ace which now gives a total of 18 to the player. A few players have noticed this and a few murmurs are heard between those watching.

The man is just about to signal a 'stand' when the elf pipes up again "Take another card" he says.

"But I have 18 now" replies the man there aren't too many cards that will help me now".

"Just take another card, go on, take a 'Hit', take another card, tell the dealer you want another card" ,says the elf impatiently, so the man signals another 'Hit' to the dealer.

"Are you sure Sir ?" asks the dealer. By this time a small crowd is forming around the table partly due to the amount of money being bet by third base but mainly due to the strange plays that were occurring.

"I'm sure' replied the man "give me another card".

The dealer turns over the next card and it is a 2. The crowd of players gasp and the man sinks back in his chair with a huge sense of relief. After gathering himself he is just about to signal 'Stand' when the elf turns to him again.

"Take 1 more card" the elf says.

"But I have 20, only an Ace will be any good to me" replies the man, who is beginging to sweat rather profusely at this latest suggestion.

"Look, I don't care what you have, just take another card" says the elf "c'mon just 1 more card, ask the dealer for another card, go on, just 1 more".

Eventually the man decides to follow the elf's advice and signals to the dealer that he wishes to have another card. there are gasps from the growing crowd of onlookers and the pit bosses have also come to witness this strange occurance.

"You have 20 Sir" says the dealer "surely you do not want to hit that ?".

"Just give me another card" replies the man, who can barely look at this point.

The dealer looks at his pit bosses and they give him the 'nod' to deal another card to the player. Slowly the card turns over and it is ... ... ... ... ... ... an Ace !!!

The pitbosses nearly fall over and the dealer stands there with a shocked look on his face. The crowd of onlookers, by now, are shouting and cheering at this amazing play.

The man has slumped so far down his chair that he can hardly see over the table. Beads of perspiration are visible on his forehead and his face has turned red with the combination of terror and anticipation. The adrenalin is racing through his veins as he turns wide-eyed towards the elf to which the elf responds :-
.
.
.
"You lucky f#*#er"

:-)

Sorry, couldn't resist.

Geoff

http://www.blackjackswitch.com

[Ouchez]

[Jack Rabbit]

[Sun Runner]

[Victoria]

Ploppy Stories. Love it.
Now I have another, know I posted it on another board, forgive me if I posted it here before.
This story comes with a warning for male AP's because saying what I said could result in severe injury!

I am playing in Vegas, good shoe early, count went south but I am staying waiting for the next shoe. Get a 9 to dealers 3, not a good double with this count, so I hit, draw a 2 and a 9 for 20. Third base is occupied by the queen of basic strategy who also holds championships in complaining. This woman had angered every player concerning their play, where they cut, how they hurt the sacred flow, while she went from one to two to no hands whenever. She complained to a floorman about dealers, just about yelled at dealers, complained to the shift manager about a floorman, just the most popular person in the joint, and I had been there for perhaps an hour and now it was my turn.
With my hits and everyone else staying the dealer turns her 13, hits a 4 and everyone loses but me and the queen starts in on me about not doubling, taking the dealers bust card etc. She just keeps going, two pit people are heading over and I just stop her. I tell her to give me her chips and she says something like, what? So I say, I will play exactly your way, but only with your money! The dealer hides his laugh, the pit turns around, the guy next to me says that he wished he had said that. The queen steams for a few minutes and clears out.
Easier for a woman to get away with without a fist fight but in my opinion it is as basic as it can get. It is your money, you play it the best way you can under the circumstances.

[Sun Runner]

> Get a 9 to dealers 3, not
> a good double with this count, so I hit,
> draw a 2 and a 9 for 20.

Good story.

How low does the count have to go before not doubling 9 to a 3?

Thanks.

[Victoria]

I believe that below -1 you just hit, the count in this case was -2.