An undisclosed genius (read: card counter, cheat, or luckiest man in America) took the Tropicana casino in Atlantic City for 5.8 million dollars in April and he did it on the black jack tables. If you aren’t really the casino type, this is essentially impossible. It happened, in part, because the Tropicana has some new high stakes table gaming areas. Poor Atlantic City. Never an identity, the casinos always jockeying to get a piece of the high-rollers, so here’s the Trop trying to get their taste by raising their limits only to be beaten down with a cold efficiency by one ruthless expert who will now face a lifetime of Rain Man jokes.
It’s a shame that we don’t know this cat’s identity. Come forward, Sir! I’d die to see a picture of the guy. Nothing like a good photo to jump to conclusions about how the guy made his money, if he has any chance of holding on to it, etc. This must be a heartening tale for all the gamblers out there, because it was my understanding that Casinos didn’t really allow this type of thing to happen. Sure, they might give away a giant progressive slot jackpot, they might take an occasional one-time big loss, but this sounds like a month of steady beat downs.
If this was a movie, someone would have stepped in and foiled our hero. They would have figured out the scam, politely told him to take his business elsewhere, took his winnings with no consequences and possibly beat the tar out of him. But, it seems like in real life, you can’t just go muscling your way through the high brow clientele. I guess the Tropicana has to sit back and hope this guy comes back in and dumps his winnings back to the house. Hell of an impressive run, who knows what this guy was playing a hand, but to get to almost six million in blackjack is like shooting 63. It’s impressive, period. But, my question would be, can he pick MLB underdogs? I didn’t think so.
MLB Underdog of the Day: Yesterday’s Result: Winner! Financials: (-$680)
Win her, win her, chicken din her. It’s clear that the gods of gambling do not want me to get to (-1000) and quit this thing, which can only mean I am due for an unfathomable hot streak. Last night, my Underdog Ponies (Kyle Drabek and the Jays) slipped by the Red Sox in extra innings. Quite a turn of events. It took away some of the pain of that Phillies game…
Thirty-second rant: Are you kidding me Rollins? I mean, get it together. And, on an unrelated topic, have you ever run out a ground ball in your life? Stop pointing at the sky every time you roll one through the infield! Stop making Roy angry! And, god only knows why Sardinha was catching last night. God only knows why he was brought up after wearing out AAA pitching to the tune of .088. My guess? He hit a couple of homers last year and Charlie still feels a little tingle from that. Great managing last night all-around, too. I wouldn’t trust Charlie to strategize a trip to the Zoo. But, we’re fine, except for the fact the Phils don’t hit Nolasco.
ANYWAY, Today’s Selection: St Louis (+115) over Chicago.
Top 10 Scariest Birds:
- Indoor Parrots
- Nuclear Reactor Geese
- Regular Geese