Casino Stories – Playing Blackjack with friendly dealers

People passing by smiled when they saw us having a good time.

He gave me a blackjack.

The dealer paused. I think we should at least start some kind of progression in betting.”

And, even later at the Stardust

Early one evening:

The conclusion that can be made

Almost from the beginning we could do no wrong. I’d heard that dealers sometimes cheat for the gclub download casino but this was the first time I’d heard that it worked the other way also. Sometimes when I had a 5 unit bet out, I’d bet 1 unit for the dealer.

A few hands later, he frowned and said “It’s time again”. There was joviality and good will. “Shouldn’t do it too often and you should probably walk away after a couple but I’ll let you know.”

I didn’t know what to do. I varied my bets as usual. When I asked, the dealer would almost stop the game and call the pit person, telling them when they arrived that Don would like a food comp and generally act like there shouldn’t be any question about it.

At all casinos, whether I was ahead or behind, I was usually generous in betting for the dealer. His up card was a 10. If there was a procedural error that I wanted corrected or clarified, the dealer was always patient and leaned towards my point of view.

However, at the Marina, at times dealer friendliness went beyond that.

In both instances, dealer friendliness was necessary to the success of the sessions. The amazing run of luck we had at the Stardust can happen anytime but only rarely.

And, keeping the dealer friendly does reap benefits.

This was true at most of the casinos where I played.

I was sitting at one of the middle tables – right where there was lots of action. I stuffed my cards under my chips and watched as the dealer turned his hole card over.

We took a cab (even at that age, it was too far to walk) north on the strip to the Stardust. Most dealer friendliness in Las Vegas is confined to the type described at the beginning of the article and at the Stardust later in the evening.

In those days I tried to count cards and knew when the deck was player favorable but wasn’t willing to bet the amounts necessary to show much of a profit.

I did that. I scratched the table.

Whenever I spotted a mistake when a payoff was due me, the dealer was on my side when he called a pit person over. When playing later at the Stardust, we learned that having a good time is more fun when the dealer is your friend.

It was a 4 and he found another 10 in the deck to cause him to go over 21. I looked up to see what had happened. The illegal activity only happened one evening and only at the one casino. I picked up my chips, walked away, and cashed in my chips.

“If this keeps up,” I said, “we’re going to regret betting minimal amounts. It was a single deck game and I was reasonably sure that there were dealers that could control the deck. I saw other players ask for a food comp and the dealer would calmly call for the pit person and simply point at the requestor when the pit person arrived. He dealt for a few moments silently. The dealer looked at me. This particular time we were on a junket to the Marina.

As he paid me off I commented “If I’d known for sure, those bets would have been bigger”. I tipped the dealer as usual.

Playing at the Marina Hotel

I looked at my hand and needed an additional card because my total was 14. He checked his hole card for blackjack.

I had a 5 unit bet out on the table. “Place a bet for me,” he said, “and I’ll give you a blackjack.”

He paid it off. We also began putting out a minimum bet for the dealer after each winning hand.

And, later one evening:

There were nooks and crannies where it was difficult to see much beyond the table where your blackjack game was being played. After wandering through the casino for a while, Sharon and I sat down at a low minimum table – probably $2.

We got back to the Marina about 4 AM and headed for the bed.. After six or eight hands we paused.

I could tell that treatment of the dealer was particularly successful when I wanted something. We were cashing out $425. We were happy with what had happened and told the story back in Michigan so often people got tired of hearing it.

After several losers in a row, I called a halt to it and the dealer stacked our chips and changed them to higher denominations. I’d been varying my bets between 1 unit and 5 units. It was late – sometime after midnight. I received my two cards and the dealer took his. It seemed that every bet we made was a winner. I put out 10 units for me and 5 units for him. Both of us won our bets.

I was sitting at one of the outlying tables where it was really dim. If I had a pleasant run of cards and was considerably ahead, I’d become even more generous. Not something a player could be depend on even if they wanted to. We were happy with what we were doing. I particularly found that there was money to be gained one night at the Marina if the dealer was your friend. We visited there often in the 1970′s while working in Michigan and flying to Nevada some weekends. The blackjack popped up as he had promised.

The casino area of the Marina Hotel on what used to be the extreme south end of the strip (no longer around) was not a well lit and sparkling place. He almost imperceptibly shook his head “no”.

We decided that we’d put $20 each into the game and if it disappeared, we’d go back to the Marina and call it a night.

These three stories are not the normal for Las Vegas. But, even when I was behind, I continued to try to make the dealer my friend.

The progression of dealers were happy with what we were doing. I’m sure the dealer(s) pocketed some $100 in tips.

The streak lasted for about 2 hours and because of our bet sizes – almost all small – we had quite an array of chips in front of us.

Lot’s of fun at the Stardust and the dealers wound up being our friends for the night.

We decided on our progression (something like increasing one unit after 2 wins and dropping back to the minimum after every loss). He looked serious and if he wasn’t kidding me. I wasn’t sure about his proposal but I placed a 1 unit bet for him.

Since it was a low limit table, I’m feel like the dealers were happy with what had happened

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