I tend to go up to the casino in Green Bay on an occasion or two. 
The past half a dozen trips have been pretty decent for my gal and I. She is fairly new at the game, having just learned it last year in Las Vegas. I have been playing for quite some time.
My wins won't garner me any world wide esteem. I wager in the $15-$50 range, and usually pull down about $100-$300 if I win, or a little more than that if I lose. My girlfriend tends to wager the $10 minimum, and bump it up a nickel if she's feeling lucky! I keep telling her that she will never win any decent money that way, but she counters with, "I won't lose much, either". I can't argue that fact!
The other night we went up there, and as we often do, we pooled our money. (I have learned that it isn't much fun winning, while your better half losses, or vice versa.) We each started with $100, and she did the playing this time. After about 2 hours, she was up to $500. I decided to go to another table and play a few hands on my own. (It breaks from playing as partners, but I was getting a little bored.) I made a quick $180 or so in about 10 minutes, and decided to cash out. I had an odd $5 bill in my change, so I decided to put it in a $5 slot. This never has worked for me, so I wasn't hoping for much.
Lo and behold, I got a cherry, and a 5X symbol for a 25 coing pay out. I took the $125, and added it to my winnings. I headed back towards my gal, and she was still at the $500 mark. At the completion of that shoe, we decided to cash out. My girl did some quick math, and figured she was out about $60 over the course of our last 4 trips. We decided to take a quick stab on the $25 table, to "get her money back". We each went in for $50.
The cards went back and forth for about 15 minutes, and I still had the original 4 green chips. I was ready to leave, so I pushed all 4 chips in the betting circle. "Why are you doing that?!?" asked my girlfriend. "We can lose it all in one hand!"
I told her that I wanted to get out of there, and this was an all or nothing shot before we left. Well, the cards came by, and I get 9/9 against the dealer's 5. I have played cards for many years, and I am amazed at how many times I am playing the last of the money I am willing to risk, and this type of situation come up. So, I dig for another hundy. My girlfriend let's me know that she will not be a part of this. She only wanted to risk $50, and she was sticking to her guns. I tossed the bill on the felt, and it was turned into a matching pile of green chips by the dealer, and set majestically next to its twin. The 9's were split, and out came a third nine! I immediately dug back in for reinfocements! Four more greenies, and the bankroll was ready for a serious lift, courtesy of the Oneide Tribe.
Three piles, three nines.......first hand: a 5 for shit. Second hand: a 7 for shit. Third hand, a 9!!! "Jesus Christ", I mutterd. Normally, I would be happy to see that 9 against a dealer's 5, but I already had two shitty hands that needed major help! I tossed out another Franklin, and got a 2! Okay....now I can double, and make up for those two flat tires I have sitting there. Another Hundy, and an Ace! "Fuk me!" Now, the other three clods at the table are starting in: "I wish I had a 20 hand right now, cause I can see where this is going", said one old guy. I wanted to tell him to fuk off, but what would that do for me? My last hand caught an 8 for 17. So, here I sit.......$500 on the layout. By far the most money I have had out at one time, and I need what should be an easy call. A dealer busting an up card 5. Yes.....should be an easy call. But, just like the other guys at the table, I knew I was going to get spanked.
The dealer turned over the obligatory 6 in the hole, and drew an 8 for a 19. "I knew I needed a 20 hand!", crowed the geezer next to me. So, a nice day's win was shot to hell in one hand.
My girl was decent about it, though. Instead of riding me about the ammount wagered, she said, "Don't worry about it.......you're saving your luck for Las Vegas."
.....and by god, I am!
The past half a dozen trips have been pretty decent for my gal and I. She is fairly new at the game, having just learned it last year in Las Vegas. I have been playing for quite some time.My wins won't garner me any world wide esteem. I wager in the $15-$50 range, and usually pull down about $100-$300 if I win, or a little more than that if I lose. My girlfriend tends to wager the $10 minimum, and bump it up a nickel if she's feeling lucky! I keep telling her that she will never win any decent money that way, but she counters with, "I won't lose much, either". I can't argue that fact!
The other night we went up there, and as we often do, we pooled our money. (I have learned that it isn't much fun winning, while your better half losses, or vice versa.) We each started with $100, and she did the playing this time. After about 2 hours, she was up to $500. I decided to go to another table and play a few hands on my own. (It breaks from playing as partners, but I was getting a little bored.) I made a quick $180 or so in about 10 minutes, and decided to cash out. I had an odd $5 bill in my change, so I decided to put it in a $5 slot. This never has worked for me, so I wasn't hoping for much.
Lo and behold, I got a cherry, and a 5X symbol for a 25 coing pay out. I took the $125, and added it to my winnings. I headed back towards my gal, and she was still at the $500 mark. At the completion of that shoe, we decided to cash out. My girl did some quick math, and figured she was out about $60 over the course of our last 4 trips. We decided to take a quick stab on the $25 table, to "get her money back". We each went in for $50.
The cards went back and forth for about 15 minutes, and I still had the original 4 green chips. I was ready to leave, so I pushed all 4 chips in the betting circle. "Why are you doing that?!?" asked my girlfriend. "We can lose it all in one hand!"
I told her that I wanted to get out of there, and this was an all or nothing shot before we left. Well, the cards came by, and I get 9/9 against the dealer's 5. I have played cards for many years, and I am amazed at how many times I am playing the last of the money I am willing to risk, and this type of situation come up. So, I dig for another hundy. My girlfriend let's me know that she will not be a part of this. She only wanted to risk $50, and she was sticking to her guns. I tossed the bill on the felt, and it was turned into a matching pile of green chips by the dealer, and set majestically next to its twin. The 9's were split, and out came a third nine! I immediately dug back in for reinfocements! Four more greenies, and the bankroll was ready for a serious lift, courtesy of the Oneide Tribe.
Three piles, three nines.......first hand: a 5 for shit. Second hand: a 7 for shit. Third hand, a 9!!! "Jesus Christ", I mutterd. Normally, I would be happy to see that 9 against a dealer's 5, but I already had two shitty hands that needed major help! I tossed out another Franklin, and got a 2! Okay....now I can double, and make up for those two flat tires I have sitting there. Another Hundy, and an Ace! "Fuk me!" Now, the other three clods at the table are starting in: "I wish I had a 20 hand right now, cause I can see where this is going", said one old guy. I wanted to tell him to fuk off, but what would that do for me? My last hand caught an 8 for 17. So, here I sit.......$500 on the layout. By far the most money I have had out at one time, and I need what should be an easy call. A dealer busting an up card 5. Yes.....should be an easy call. But, just like the other guys at the table, I knew I was going to get spanked.
The dealer turned over the obligatory 6 in the hole, and drew an 8 for a 19. "I knew I needed a 20 hand!", crowed the geezer next to me. So, a nice day's win was shot to hell in one hand.
My girl was decent about it, though. Instead of riding me about the ammount wagered, she said, "Don't worry about it.......you're saving your luck for Las Vegas."
.....and by god, I am!
