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06-25-2014
, 11:11 PM
06-26-2014
, 03:20 PM
As requested by a fellow 2+2er, a short story about LOSING.
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I have many stories about losing but I decided I would share my first casino loss ever. You have to be 21 to legally gamble at my local casinos. So before the age of 21, my only gambling history was scratch tickets and street-style blackjack. You can buy scratch tickets at 18, and I bought a ton. I didn't really understand a gambling addiction at that age. All I knew was that I liked that winning feeling. My biggest wins were $1k and $2k prizes, both on a $2 scratch ticket. I think the overall hold was less back then, and the biggest ticket was $5. Today the tickets are priced as high as $30. With a monster hold and being taxed on any prize over $600, these tickets are terrible. Plus the fact that the bulk of "winning" tickets are simply your money back. Anyway I had given up these many years ago after losing back all my big wins.
My other gamble experience pre-casino came from jail. I learned how to play spades there and would wager soups with my partner against another team for each match. I actually got pretty decent at the game. But like most gambling games, everyone feels they are better than they actually are. So my partner and I would work on cheating tactics while we were in our cell. We would come up with code words for what suit to break. That seemed slick at first, but eventually became boring. It also didn't guarantee a win. We needed to take our cheating game to the next level. We conjured up an advanced method to assure a win. We would switch cards. I would look at my hand and decide what cards I should pass to my partner. Only thing was how to get them to my partner without the other players noticing. Under the table obviously. They give you a stock pair of cheap flip-flops when you arrive. They are basically used for showers, so you don't have to step on the nasty floor bare-foot. But many wear them around the pod anyway. So me and my partner wore these with socks while we played spades. I would discard what would guarantee us a win into the my sandal, then extend my foot to my partner. He would then take however many cards I shipped over and strategically replace them with the same amount of his cards. This worked smoothly for a while. The other players would be busy counting the books in their own hand and never notice. Then came one day when we were up about 20 soups on this team of 2 black guys in their mid 30's. They couldn't believe they were losing every game and were getting bit loud about it. It drew some attention from another group a guys sitting near us watching TV. But we liked winning and kept making the switch. Until one point I looked over while making the switch and another black guy was watching me do it. He could see it clearly. He came right over and told the guys we were playing against. They said they knew something had to be up. We ended up having to give all the soups we won back. Luckily it didn't escalate further. Everyone liked me, but thy were disappointed that I would do that. I felt bad about it and honestly didn't even care about the soups. I didn't eat them at all anyway. I was on a strict diet. But man, I loved that winning feeling.
Black jack always seemed like a simple game and I learned that in jail too. It had slightly different rules than the casino. Dealer won on a push. An ace had to have a face card to be a black jack. You could stand or hit on anything as the dealer. The player only shows one card. So the dealer would make decisions based on the bet sizing and cards exposed. sometimes the dealer would stand on 13 or even hit a 19. I loved this game and would play at parties with friend once I was released. I would play it on a free game on my cell-phone. The cell-phone had the proper casino rules though. So once I was 21 and made my first casino trip, I had a better idea of how its played.
It was actually my mothers idea for me to go to the casino once I was 21. She was down there playing slots and invited me and my girlfriend down. I brought $200 with me and planned on playing black jack. I thought I was really good at it from all my prior jail experience. I remember getting carded when I stepped onto the gaming floor. I found a $10 minimum table and sat down. I wasn't too nervous and gave the dealer $100. I'm sure the other players and dealer knew I was a rookie. My girlfriend stood behind me as I placed my first bet. The game seemed very easy and I started winning. I got real full of myself right away. When I would hit a black jack and the dealer would say "Nice hand young man". I would kind of give them an attitude like ya whatever. I was unaware of tipping and thought the dealers wanted me to lose. I truly believed that the dealers were getting hurt when I won. I thought I was cutting into their payday. Then the relief dealer came in. I turned around to my girlfriend and said "You see, I'm beating this other dealer so bad, that they are trying to use a new dealer to stop me from winning". She agreed with me and I kept playing. I finally cashed out up $200. This was good money to me, considering I made like $360 a week take-home. I ended up leaving thinking that I found my calling.
My next trip I made was right back to Mohegan Sun. This time with 2 friends of mine. My mother had got me comp tickets to Dave Chappelle, and I loved him at the time. I brought $400 with me and told my friends the whole ride down how good I was. After the show which was hilarious BTW, I went out looking for a black jack table. This place was much more packed this time and only had $25 minimum tables. I bought in for the whole $400 and was given green chips. I was a little nervous betting with these, but managed to win another $200 and cash out. This was too easy, I was thinking about quitting my job. I found myself grinding my black jack apps on my cell-phone during lunch breaks. I wasn't shy when it came to bragging about my new skill. I had another friend who was about 22 and was already a heavy gambler. He played poker and would hit the pits hard. He would risk up to $1k on a hand of casino war. We got to talking and decide we should make a trip together. I won my first 2 trips, why would anything change.
I had the day off and he picked me up. We went to Foxwoods this time. Mohegan didn't have a poker room back then and he wanted to play poker. We got there about 3pm. I brought $400 with me and he directed me to the black jack tables in the rain maker. He was across the way playing 2-5 NL back when it had no cap on the buy-in. I was totally clueless about poker at the time. He just told me to check back in with him and where he would be sitting. I slowly lost that $400 at $15 a hand over the next 4 hours. I was sick about it. I couldn't believe I was losing. I was too good at black jack to lose. I tried to play it cool and went to check on my friend. He was losing too. I told him I hadn't been doing good and was about ready to leave. He said he needed to get even. That I should take money out the ATM. I agreed because I wanted my $400 back. I had a $300 a day, withdrawal limit. So I took the full $300 out. After some false-hope and another 4 hours, I was broke. I went to see my friend again and he was doing better. He was a true sicko at the time and didn't want to leave. He told me I should try winning it back. I told him I took my max limit out the ATM. That's when he told me the that casino ATM's are different. That you can take as much as you want out. I wasn't so sure about this, but wanted my $700 back more than anything. He accompanied me over and showed me the POS debit option. I decided to go for my remaining balance, $500. It gave me hope as soon as the cash started dispensing. My friend was back off to poker and I was going back to black jack.
I started off losing the first $200. I played at the same table this entire time and thought to myself finally that maybe I should try a new table with a weaker dealer. I did just that with my last $300. I grinded away wins. I was betting $15 a hand and adding a $5 chip every time I won. I hit alot of black jacks and my double downs held. I was tired, because I was usually in bed at 10pm during that time for work. But the winning kept me up. It was 5am and I had $1200 in front of me. I was beyond ecstatic. I colored up for a purple and 7 black chips. I rushed over and showed my friend how I got all my money back. This money was huge to me at the time. It was everything I had to my name from saving out of pay-checks. What does my degenerate friend have to say about it, "Well good, its like you just got here. You can start over now. I was getting close to being delirious from not sleeping. He wanted to play poker so I went back to blackjack. That money started to burn. As I was losing I didn't want to go through that long grind I did earlier. I wanted immediate gratification. So I bet bigger to recoup my losses. Them black chips were flying into the dealer tray. 10 minutes later I was broke and the sickest I have ever felt from gambling in my entire life. My stomach was in knots and I couldn't take it. I made my friend leave. He made some money in the poker game and was chipper the whole ride home at 6am. I tried to play it cool, but was so torn inside. This sick feeling is something I have become immune to over the years. But I will never forget that night and how I felt going through my first real loss. Obviously the sick part of it all is how I couldn't wait for my next pay-check to get back down there to win my money back.
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I have many stories about losing but I decided I would share my first casino loss ever. You have to be 21 to legally gamble at my local casinos. So before the age of 21, my only gambling history was scratch tickets and street-style blackjack. You can buy scratch tickets at 18, and I bought a ton. I didn't really understand a gambling addiction at that age. All I knew was that I liked that winning feeling. My biggest wins were $1k and $2k prizes, both on a $2 scratch ticket. I think the overall hold was less back then, and the biggest ticket was $5. Today the tickets are priced as high as $30. With a monster hold and being taxed on any prize over $600, these tickets are terrible. Plus the fact that the bulk of "winning" tickets are simply your money back. Anyway I had given up these many years ago after losing back all my big wins.
My other gamble experience pre-casino came from jail. I learned how to play spades there and would wager soups with my partner against another team for each match. I actually got pretty decent at the game. But like most gambling games, everyone feels they are better than they actually are. So my partner and I would work on cheating tactics while we were in our cell. We would come up with code words for what suit to break. That seemed slick at first, but eventually became boring. It also didn't guarantee a win. We needed to take our cheating game to the next level. We conjured up an advanced method to assure a win. We would switch cards. I would look at my hand and decide what cards I should pass to my partner. Only thing was how to get them to my partner without the other players noticing. Under the table obviously. They give you a stock pair of cheap flip-flops when you arrive. They are basically used for showers, so you don't have to step on the nasty floor bare-foot. But many wear them around the pod anyway. So me and my partner wore these with socks while we played spades. I would discard what would guarantee us a win into the my sandal, then extend my foot to my partner. He would then take however many cards I shipped over and strategically replace them with the same amount of his cards. This worked smoothly for a while. The other players would be busy counting the books in their own hand and never notice. Then came one day when we were up about 20 soups on this team of 2 black guys in their mid 30's. They couldn't believe they were losing every game and were getting bit loud about it. It drew some attention from another group a guys sitting near us watching TV. But we liked winning and kept making the switch. Until one point I looked over while making the switch and another black guy was watching me do it. He could see it clearly. He came right over and told the guys we were playing against. They said they knew something had to be up. We ended up having to give all the soups we won back. Luckily it didn't escalate further. Everyone liked me, but thy were disappointed that I would do that. I felt bad about it and honestly didn't even care about the soups. I didn't eat them at all anyway. I was on a strict diet. But man, I loved that winning feeling.
Black jack always seemed like a simple game and I learned that in jail too. It had slightly different rules than the casino. Dealer won on a push. An ace had to have a face card to be a black jack. You could stand or hit on anything as the dealer. The player only shows one card. So the dealer would make decisions based on the bet sizing and cards exposed. sometimes the dealer would stand on 13 or even hit a 19. I loved this game and would play at parties with friend once I was released. I would play it on a free game on my cell-phone. The cell-phone had the proper casino rules though. So once I was 21 and made my first casino trip, I had a better idea of how its played.
It was actually my mothers idea for me to go to the casino once I was 21. She was down there playing slots and invited me and my girlfriend down. I brought $200 with me and planned on playing black jack. I thought I was really good at it from all my prior jail experience. I remember getting carded when I stepped onto the gaming floor. I found a $10 minimum table and sat down. I wasn't too nervous and gave the dealer $100. I'm sure the other players and dealer knew I was a rookie. My girlfriend stood behind me as I placed my first bet. The game seemed very easy and I started winning. I got real full of myself right away. When I would hit a black jack and the dealer would say "Nice hand young man". I would kind of give them an attitude like ya whatever. I was unaware of tipping and thought the dealers wanted me to lose. I truly believed that the dealers were getting hurt when I won. I thought I was cutting into their payday. Then the relief dealer came in. I turned around to my girlfriend and said "You see, I'm beating this other dealer so bad, that they are trying to use a new dealer to stop me from winning". She agreed with me and I kept playing. I finally cashed out up $200. This was good money to me, considering I made like $360 a week take-home. I ended up leaving thinking that I found my calling.
My next trip I made was right back to Mohegan Sun. This time with 2 friends of mine. My mother had got me comp tickets to Dave Chappelle, and I loved him at the time. I brought $400 with me and told my friends the whole ride down how good I was. After the show which was hilarious BTW, I went out looking for a black jack table. This place was much more packed this time and only had $25 minimum tables. I bought in for the whole $400 and was given green chips. I was a little nervous betting with these, but managed to win another $200 and cash out. This was too easy, I was thinking about quitting my job. I found myself grinding my black jack apps on my cell-phone during lunch breaks. I wasn't shy when it came to bragging about my new skill. I had another friend who was about 22 and was already a heavy gambler. He played poker and would hit the pits hard. He would risk up to $1k on a hand of casino war. We got to talking and decide we should make a trip together. I won my first 2 trips, why would anything change.
I had the day off and he picked me up. We went to Foxwoods this time. Mohegan didn't have a poker room back then and he wanted to play poker. We got there about 3pm. I brought $400 with me and he directed me to the black jack tables in the rain maker. He was across the way playing 2-5 NL back when it had no cap on the buy-in. I was totally clueless about poker at the time. He just told me to check back in with him and where he would be sitting. I slowly lost that $400 at $15 a hand over the next 4 hours. I was sick about it. I couldn't believe I was losing. I was too good at black jack to lose. I tried to play it cool and went to check on my friend. He was losing too. I told him I hadn't been doing good and was about ready to leave. He said he needed to get even. That I should take money out the ATM. I agreed because I wanted my $400 back. I had a $300 a day, withdrawal limit. So I took the full $300 out. After some false-hope and another 4 hours, I was broke. I went to see my friend again and he was doing better. He was a true sicko at the time and didn't want to leave. He told me I should try winning it back. I told him I took my max limit out the ATM. That's when he told me the that casino ATM's are different. That you can take as much as you want out. I wasn't so sure about this, but wanted my $700 back more than anything. He accompanied me over and showed me the POS debit option. I decided to go for my remaining balance, $500. It gave me hope as soon as the cash started dispensing. My friend was back off to poker and I was going back to black jack.
I started off losing the first $200. I played at the same table this entire time and thought to myself finally that maybe I should try a new table with a weaker dealer. I did just that with my last $300. I grinded away wins. I was betting $15 a hand and adding a $5 chip every time I won. I hit alot of black jacks and my double downs held. I was tired, because I was usually in bed at 10pm during that time for work. But the winning kept me up. It was 5am and I had $1200 in front of me. I was beyond ecstatic. I colored up for a purple and 7 black chips. I rushed over and showed my friend how I got all my money back. This money was huge to me at the time. It was everything I had to my name from saving out of pay-checks. What does my degenerate friend have to say about it, "Well good, its like you just got here. You can start over now. I was getting close to being delirious from not sleeping. He wanted to play poker so I went back to blackjack. That money started to burn. As I was losing I didn't want to go through that long grind I did earlier. I wanted immediate gratification. So I bet bigger to recoup my losses. Them black chips were flying into the dealer tray. 10 minutes later I was broke and the sickest I have ever felt from gambling in my entire life. My stomach was in knots and I couldn't take it. I made my friend leave. He made some money in the poker game and was chipper the whole ride home at 6am. I tried to play it cool, but was so torn inside. This sick feeling is something I have become immune to over the years. But I will never forget that night and how I felt going through my first real loss. Obviously the sick part of it all is how I couldn't wait for my next pay-check to get back down there to win my money back.
06-26-2014
, 05:19 PM
06-26-2014
, 07:49 PM
06-27-2014
, 04:40 PM
Strip Poker Steve needs Vegas support. The poles don't pay like they used to.
Thought of a quick story about SPS. I was grabbing a bite to eat with him and another friend at Johnny Rockets (burger joint @ Mohegan). We were talking poker a bit and SPS managed to transition the conversation into poker dealers, and how he banged a couple of the girl dealers. He isn't the brightest kid and believes he is not only a top poker player, but god's gift to women. He does bag alot of girls, but they're usually mentally unstable or have some other major flaw like being held back in kindergarten twice or deaf. Something right up his alley, seeing how he wasn't allowed to attend kindergarten until he was 6 and finally learned how to walk. He claims his mother didn't help him out much with the whole walking thing. Public schools wouldn't tolerate crawling from any student back at this time.
Anyway, he is going on and on about all the casino employees he has got to 3rd base with. He even claims he banged a cleaning lady, who sweeps up trash from under tables in the poker room. My friend and I decide to call bull****. He gets offended and wants to prove to us how he has all women salivating over him. He looks around for women in the vicinity. There is 2 girls finishing their meals at a table next to us. He says "Watch this, I will get those girls phone number". We laugh at him as he adjusts his chair to make better eye contact with them. We are giving him a hard time saying he has no chance. They had actually just finished paying for their food and one had went to the bathroom. The other was actually standing very close to us while waiting for her friend to come out of the bathroom and leave. Now he realizes if he doesn't make his move, he will have failed. So he turns his chair even more towards her and acts as if he is flustered dealing with something on his phone. He then begins to keep looking up trying to establish eye contact with her. It is very creepy the way he is doing it. Very slow and serious keeps lifting his head up to see if she is looking at him. It's almost as if he is undressing her with his eyes. She finally looks at him and he says "Excuse me, could I have your number?" She looks a little shocked and overwhelmed about the inquiry. She says "Sorry, I don't have a phone." Just at that time the other friend had came over from the bathroom and left with her. We bust his balls about getting shot down for a good minute, while he makes excuses about her not having a phone. He then notifies us that the girls are standing outside looking at us. We look up and sure enough they are. They seem like their talking about us. SPS goes "See, I told you guys. They want me. They're waiting for me to leave, to talk to me." It was odd, but we stuck to him getting shot down.
A minute later SPS tells us to look up. He says "Here she comes, she is going to ask for my number. I told you." We looked up and seen the girl from the bathroom coming in towards us, while he other girl waited outside. SPS tells us to play it cool and looks down at his phone like he is busy. The girl approached the table and said "Excuse me?". SPS looked up with a **** eating grin, and said "Yes, whats up?" The girl didn't look friendly and said "That girl you just asked for her number, IS ONLY 15!" She then stormed out and we were dying. SPS turned completely red. These 2 girls must have been sisters. The one who yelled at SPS was about 18 maybe. Tables around us heard and it was so embarrassing. We made fun of him to our waitress who missed the ordeal as we asked for our check. SPS didn't want to finish his food and wanted to go immediately. When we were leaving, the girls were still standing out front. The older girl was on the phone with what has to have been her mother. We overhear her saying "Ya tell dad were waiting down here. Can you believe some 30 year old man just asked (Julie) for her number." It was priceless. SPS left the casino immediately and I got on with the rest of my stay. We abused him for weeks after this.
Thought of a quick story about SPS. I was grabbing a bite to eat with him and another friend at Johnny Rockets (burger joint @ Mohegan). We were talking poker a bit and SPS managed to transition the conversation into poker dealers, and how he banged a couple of the girl dealers. He isn't the brightest kid and believes he is not only a top poker player, but god's gift to women. He does bag alot of girls, but they're usually mentally unstable or have some other major flaw like being held back in kindergarten twice or deaf. Something right up his alley, seeing how he wasn't allowed to attend kindergarten until he was 6 and finally learned how to walk. He claims his mother didn't help him out much with the whole walking thing. Public schools wouldn't tolerate crawling from any student back at this time.
Anyway, he is going on and on about all the casino employees he has got to 3rd base with. He even claims he banged a cleaning lady, who sweeps up trash from under tables in the poker room. My friend and I decide to call bull****. He gets offended and wants to prove to us how he has all women salivating over him. He looks around for women in the vicinity. There is 2 girls finishing their meals at a table next to us. He says "Watch this, I will get those girls phone number". We laugh at him as he adjusts his chair to make better eye contact with them. We are giving him a hard time saying he has no chance. They had actually just finished paying for their food and one had went to the bathroom. The other was actually standing very close to us while waiting for her friend to come out of the bathroom and leave. Now he realizes if he doesn't make his move, he will have failed. So he turns his chair even more towards her and acts as if he is flustered dealing with something on his phone. He then begins to keep looking up trying to establish eye contact with her. It is very creepy the way he is doing it. Very slow and serious keeps lifting his head up to see if she is looking at him. It's almost as if he is undressing her with his eyes. She finally looks at him and he says "Excuse me, could I have your number?" She looks a little shocked and overwhelmed about the inquiry. She says "Sorry, I don't have a phone." Just at that time the other friend had came over from the bathroom and left with her. We bust his balls about getting shot down for a good minute, while he makes excuses about her not having a phone. He then notifies us that the girls are standing outside looking at us. We look up and sure enough they are. They seem like their talking about us. SPS goes "See, I told you guys. They want me. They're waiting for me to leave, to talk to me." It was odd, but we stuck to him getting shot down.
A minute later SPS tells us to look up. He says "Here she comes, she is going to ask for my number. I told you." We looked up and seen the girl from the bathroom coming in towards us, while he other girl waited outside. SPS tells us to play it cool and looks down at his phone like he is busy. The girl approached the table and said "Excuse me?". SPS looked up with a **** eating grin, and said "Yes, whats up?" The girl didn't look friendly and said "That girl you just asked for her number, IS ONLY 15!" She then stormed out and we were dying. SPS turned completely red. These 2 girls must have been sisters. The one who yelled at SPS was about 18 maybe. Tables around us heard and it was so embarrassing. We made fun of him to our waitress who missed the ordeal as we asked for our check. SPS didn't want to finish his food and wanted to go immediately. When we were leaving, the girls were still standing out front. The older girl was on the phone with what has to have been her mother. We overhear her saying "Ya tell dad were waiting down here. Can you believe some 30 year old man just asked (Julie) for her number." It was priceless. SPS left the casino immediately and I got on with the rest of my stay. We abused him for weeks after this.
06-28-2014
, 07:03 PM
06-29-2014
, 01:35 AM
06-29-2014
, 02:22 AM
06-29-2014
, 09:11 PM
Ripped a boxing clip off that DVD. This is an old fight between my roommate Timmy and Paul (Russian friend of ours from Rush story). Paul seems to have a bit more vodka in him then Timmy. Again don't mind the lame editing. Was done many years ago. Also let it run over at the end. What we had to serve sometimes for the freeloading guests.
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06-29-2014
, 10:32 PM
06-30-2014
, 02:01 PM
06-30-2014
, 04:31 PM
06-30-2014
, 07:51 PM
06-30-2014
, 09:07 PM
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Story Corey has to be included in any trips.
Awesome read, I grew up in Boston and degened almost as hard as you without all the sex. Mainly at underground poker games throughout Boston and sports betting but spent a ton of time at foxwoods/mgm playing blackjack and craps as well. We only ever got to platinum rewards but my friend ended up in federal prison so that killed the trips to CT.
Would be fun to party and hit the tables with you, next time I'm up north I'll shoot you a PM.
Awesome read, I grew up in Boston and degened almost as hard as you without all the sex. Mainly at underground poker games throughout Boston and sports betting but spent a ton of time at foxwoods/mgm playing blackjack and craps as well. We only ever got to platinum rewards but my friend ended up in federal prison so that killed the trips to CT.
Would be fun to party and hit the tables with you, next time I'm up north I'll shoot you a PM.
Your from around the way so definitely PM when you wanna DEGEN.
07-01-2014
, 03:35 PM
07-01-2014
, 05:04 PM
