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-- Sam "Ace" Rothstein, Casino, 1995

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Incident Report -- Backed off at the South Point

The South Point hotel and casino does not tolerate card counters, as my friends and I found out about 6 weeks ago.  The South Point (aka Sweat Point) also has some of the rudest and most unfriendly pit bosses in the city.  Skilled blackjack players are treated with contempt and are viewed as a nuisance.

Prior to our backoff we had played at the SP 2-3 times since January 2010.  Each time we played we were sweated out of the place by PB's staring at us, arms crossed, the usual nonsense.  What is so ridiculous is that our bet amounts and spreads were really not that crazy.  We played $25 min. and spread upto $100, sometimes $125.  For this small action to cause such panic in the SP pit is frankly embarassing.

Getting backed off for card counting is just part of deal if you are an advantage player.  Casinos do not like being used as an ATM machine, and if they figure out you are an AP, eventually you will get backed off.   In my experiences, most back offs are done politely with no drama.  A guy in a suit comes over to talk to you and makes a speech that your "blackjack play is too good for us, so cannot play blackjack anymore.  You are more than welcome to play other casino games, just no blackjack."  You get your chips, cash out, and leave the joint.

The SP however does things differently than most casinos, because they hate and detest anyone who uses their brain to play blackjack.  So, we are playing at the SP on Saturday morning at around 9:30am.  We were in the joint about 20 minutes.  The decks have been pretty neutral and we have not done much in the way of bet spreading.  Finally the deck gets a touch positive, so we all increase our bets.  We go from $25 to $75.  Now this is not a big bet spread.  This type of bet spread would not even merit attention at place like the Mirage or Mandalay Bay.  But the at the sweaty SP, this bet spread causes a panic in the pit.  At this point a guy in his 40's wearing some cheap suit starts giving us the stare down.  The same old tired routine that PB's use all over the city.  I wonder if this tactic is taught at PB school?

Getting back to the story:  We all lose our bets when the dealers wheels one of those insane 5 card 21's and breaks the whole table.  The deck however gets even more positive.  We push our bets up to $100.  Wow a 4x bet spread.  Time for panic at the Sweat Point.  Oops, big mistake, the hammer comes down.  Before the dealer can a pitch a card a guy in a suit comes up behind us, reaches onto the table, and pushes our bets back.  He informs us "You guys are done playing blackjack.  Dealer, color them up."  The suit then walks away.  End of story.  Time to leave the SP.

In my years playing blackjack I have never had a backoff such as this.  First of all, for this clown to reach on to the table and push back our chips is just pure arrogance.  I have never seen casino mgt. do this. What if we thought he was trying to steal our chips?  What if we jumped him?  Would we be arrested and put in jail?  That guy had some balls pull this move. 

We will be staying away from the SP for awhile after this backoff.  But we will return and spank them hard.  This time it's personal. 

Here's some blogs I have posted on the SP:

1 comment:

  1. As if the things you've posted about South Point are bad enough, I've also heard the dealers don't check for a natural with a 10/Face up. Not that I'd double/split in this situation (unless I knew the hole card), but I'm sure plenty of ploppies bleed even more cash due to this slight twist on the rules.