Originally Posted by
mickeymouse
It's the Easter Long Weekend. So to celebrate my few days off work I decide to head to my local casino. I had been doing much better of late since my horrendous losing streak, recouping my losses to the extent that I was only $1.1k off my all-time high ($7.7k). I came in with a session bankroll of $1300 with the ambitious target of hitting a new ATH.
Things started very well. I got a good first shoe, it was quiet, there was only one other player and the dealer was fast and efficient. The penetration was nearly ninety percent. By the end of that shoe I was already well ahead, and only $700 off my ATH. Only seven hundred dollars to go.... seven hundred dollars... seven hundred dollars.
Then the nasty run started. First I lost all my session profit off two big hands in the following shoe. I recovered a little of it, but then had a succession of negative counts where I just slowly bled my chips. By the time the count got good again, I had probably lost close to half a grand off my initial bankroll. And yet despite the massive count I was still unable to make any inroads.
The cut card was reached and the true count was... you'd better believe it... +15. I had eight hundred dollars left. I put $150 in three boxes, something that I hadn't done before, this was over and above my max bet. But I had never had situation this good. I got dealt a 19, a pair of threes and a 10. The dealer had a 3 showing. The rest of the table didn't have particularly high cards, meaning that the count was even higher. Less than two thirds of a deck remained of the 8-deck shoe.
I stood on my 19. I split my 3's, forking out another $150. Of course, I got two stiff 13's. Only a moron would hit under those circumstances.
On my 10, I took out what was virtually my very last $150 and bit the bullet and doubled. There was no other rational move. I got dealt a nine for a 19.
I figured that if I even win with my 19's, it wouldn't be too shabby a result. After all the deck was so rich in high cards that the dealer must have a massive probability of busting. I'd never had this much on the table before.
The dealer goes.... ace six.
$750 down the drain just like that. If she bust the difference would have been $1500.
EVERY TIME.
I admit I haven't had that much on the table before but I have had close. And yes, every single time I attempt to do a Hail Mary, guess what, IT FAILS.
I wasn't so much angry about losing, I was almost grateful after my last few sessions that the casino was able to record me a loss. But the way it happened, it just brings you down, makes you feel like nothing, a nonentity, makes you want to crawl into a hole and stay there.
I politely thanked the staff for their time while, in my mind, I thought, UP YOURS YOU W***ERS.
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