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"This is the end result of all the bright lights... and the comp trips, of all the champagne... and free hotel suites,
and all the broads and all the booze. It's all been arranged just for us to get your money.
That's the truth about Las Vegas. We're the only winners. The players don't stand a chance. "

-- Sam "Ace" Rothstein, Casino, 1995






Monday, August 2, 2010

Incident Report -- Backed off at ____________________

For various reasons, I am not going to reveal the casino where this back off occured at.  I normally tell where and when things happen, but I just need to keep this one under wraps.  The casino is a locals casino in the LV area.

This back off was combination of complete greed and "who gives a shit" if we get tossed.  We deserved our punishment.  In all honesty,  I can't blame ________________ for putting a stop to us using them as an ATM machine.  This was abuse of a casino, plain and simple.

It started on a Saturday night about three weeks ago.  We rolled into  ________________ at about 7:00 pm.  There were three of us and we bought in for $500 each.  Our buy in did attract some attention from the PB, but our bet spreads for the first hour were so under control that she hardly paid notice to us.  Deck after deck hardly warranted a big spread -- card counter purgatory.  After the first hour each we were up a total of $100 -- big deal.

Then the fit hit the shan.  Not only did deck after deck go really positive, but all of us got into situations involving double downs and splits, re-splits, double after splits, not to mention numerous blackjacks.  We won almost every hand with big bets.  In the span of 10 minutes we went from being up a few hundred to being up over $3000.  The PB had no idea what just happened.  She just stood there with her arms crossed (the typical PB) with a look on her face of disbelief.  One minute we were typical ploppies betting $25 a hand, the next minute we had cleaned out the chip tray.  It was amusing watching her trying to count all the chips we had accumulated in front of us.   This would not be tolerated for much longer.  It was time to go.  We colored up and cashed out.  Nice.

We decided to hit them again the next day, but on a different shift.  I fully concede this was a mistake.  Never go back to the same place in such a short time period.  The PB from the night before was nowhere to be found.  We pounded them again for about an hour and withdrew almost $2000 dollars.  This time things got very sweaty -- PB's with arms crossed, phone ringing, pit meetings, the usual nonsense.  Time to go -- any more of this and the hammer was coming down hard on us. 

We colored up and went to cash in our chips.  There of course was the usual drama at the cage with cashier on the phone with pit -- they wanted to know what we were cashing out for (not good).  Then they demanded ID in order to cash out the chips -- which we all refused (really not good).  After some back and forth with the manager in the cage they finally relented and gave us our hard earned money.  This delay at the cage was a bad sign.  I imagine at this point we were getting some serious attention from the "eye."  Amazing how casinos cheerfully take your money, but when you turn the tables on them at their own game they have a conniption.

Gordon Gecko in the movie Wall Street said "greed is good."  In the case of card counting greed is  probably what ruins it for many AP's.  Casinos will only take so much abuse until they bring the hammer down.  We decided to return to  ___________________ the next day to hit them again.  Pure foolishiness on our part.  Just being greedy and not caring will get you tossed out of most places.

We sat down and bought in for $300 each.  The PB immediately gave us a "look."  Instantly he got on the phone -- he had a very brief conversation.  Then the phone rang about a minute later.  He picked it up and nodded his head while glancing over at us.  The hammer was coming...  We should have never gone back to this place for the 3rd time.  He got off the phone and walked over to us.  We were done.  This might have been one of the fastest back offs on record -- about 5 minutes after we sat down.  He told the dealer to not deal any cards and asked to speak with us away from the table.

Usually these PB's or floor supervisors have a scowl on their face and sometimes try to intimidate you during the back off.  For whatever reason some casino managers think they have to act like a jerk when they toss you.  Not this fellow.  This was one of the friendliest casino supervisors I have ever dealt with.  Here's how the back off went down:

"Gentleman, while we appreciate your business at  _________________, your blackjack play is just too good for us.  You are more than welcome to play any other table games like roulette or craps, but you can't play at our blackjack tables anymore.  You don't have to leave the casino, just no more blackjack.  Sorry."

Needless to say, that was it at  __________________.  But in all my years playing blackjack this may have been one of the nicest and polite back offs I have ever dealt with.  The manager even said sorry for having to 86 us from playing blackjack -- now that's unheard of.

What's the moral to this story?  If you are counting cards never return to the same place the next day.  Give it some time -- at least 3 months before you return to hit them again.  We should have learned our lesson from our back off at the Mirage, but once again just being a bit too greedy (and just not giving a rip), led to our downfall at  __________________.

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