This past trip was a bit of a role reversal. Lori normally does most of the winning and I just try to keep my head above water. However, this go around it was I who seemed to be charmed and Lori was forced to ride an incredible roller coaster ride.
Now it’s up to me to make it happen for team, and I am certainly up for it. It’s late and we find ourselves at the Venetian for some Black Jack. One thing that is nice about the Venetian is that there are a ton of quarter tables. So it is not hard to find a good spot to sidle up to. I find one with two guys at it and I sit down at 3rd base.
The Guy at first is a nice guy from San Diego. He has a good personality and keeps the table light as we all fight the good fight. The guy in the middle is an older gentleman who looks like Jacques Cousteau, no lie. He is smoking Marlboro Reds and doesn’t say much, although ironically he is actually French.
So nothing is too terribly crazy on the first shoe, but as we play into the second I notice some erratic play from Jacques. He is betting checks ($100) and can’t seem to help himself when he is dealt 77’s. It seems that he has to split 77’s no matter what the dealer shows. OMG. He does this twice against a dealer 10 and somehow he has $400 bets up each time. Of course he busts out each time, and each time he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a strap bundle of $100’s. He has gone through about $3k since I sat down and I am just beside myself because I hate to see anyone take a big hit, especially someone as nice as this guy is.
Miraculously I am actually winning amidst all of this sporadic play. Normally play like that would be a death sentence. Now the principles of hedge economics are predicated on everyone playing it straight. But I guess I have been living right because I am surviving and even thriving in this 77 tsunami. I am up about $1k and Lori is watching this madness and can only shake her head. Things are going so well that the dealer even over pays me. He has been paying us quickly and hasn’t really been keeping his tray neat. On one double down I have three quarters up and the dealer busts. He pays me out with a check on the bottom of each stack. That’s a nice $150 extra little bump. Call it a bank error in your favor, or in this case my favor!
Well Jacques actually gets another 77 dealt to him and we all look at each other. Of course he splits and I just put my hand on my head. Somehow some way the dealer busts this time and we all win. There is a general feeling of relief and a small amount of merriment. With that, Jacques takes his leave and we play for only a little bit longer and call it a night ourselves. Lori and I walk to the cage still up about a grand and we just can’t stop talking about Jacques and those crazy 77’s!