I was in Vegas this past weekend and it was quite the rollercoaster ride.
Friday: Lost 5.5k
Saturday: Had two winning sessions.
-won 3k in craps (had a buddy who was rolling hot and kept hitting 4's and 10's where luckily i had over $100 on those spots and kept pressing).
-won 2k in BJ
Sunday: lost a parlay, won niners but lost KC bet still up about $800
So total I was up about $300 after being down $5.5k on Friday.
THEN the unthinkable happened.
2 hours before my flight, I didnt feel satisfied. I wanted to walk away being up like $2k. So I went to the $50 minimum tables and lost $2k in about 15 minutes. It was the fastest $2k I lost in BJ since I can remember. I walked over to the salon(high limit at the palazzo). Took out my entire bankroll of $10k (brought $12k to vegas). Told myself I wasnt even gonna touch the entire bankroll but here I am on tilt. It was my first time playing in this salon area but I wanted to play by myself and walked over to the $200 minimum BJ tables. There was a pitboss, his assistant?, and the dealer staring at me like I didnt belong. Its ok. Whatevers. I took out the $10k and of course they make me write down my Social for some BS IRS crap. Whatevers. I get several purple chips and mostly black chips. Every single bet I made, the freaking assistant would write something down in her clipboard. It was the weirdest thing. Ive never had anyone track my bets before. Every bet, she would write something down. I wasnt sure if she was writing down my bets or if I was winning/losing. I didnt care though. I lost quick though. I lost about $8500 and pretty much wrote this trip off as a waste. Then the unthinkable happened. I went all in with $1500 (3 purples), won. Then bet $1500 again, 11 vs a 10 (dealer), I thought about it for some time, doubled, hit 21, got back to $6000. No more $200 bets, I was on a mission to make my money back and ride this streak. I got back to back bJ with 2 $1000 bets and won a split. Once I reached $11800, I stopped. Too many times I lost my entire bankroll again chasing the small losses. So I got up, said thank you, no tip, and left the table.
Final result: Down $200 but left like a million bucks. That was my miracle comeback.
Friday: Lost 5.5k
Saturday: Had two winning sessions.
-won 3k in craps (had a buddy who was rolling hot and kept hitting 4's and 10's where luckily i had over $100 on those spots and kept pressing).
-won 2k in BJ
Sunday: lost a parlay, won niners but lost KC bet still up about $800
So total I was up about $300 after being down $5.5k on Friday.
THEN the unthinkable happened.
2 hours before my flight, I didnt feel satisfied. I wanted to walk away being up like $2k. So I went to the $50 minimum tables and lost $2k in about 15 minutes. It was the fastest $2k I lost in BJ since I can remember. I walked over to the salon(high limit at the palazzo). Took out my entire bankroll of $10k (brought $12k to vegas). Told myself I wasnt even gonna touch the entire bankroll but here I am on tilt. It was my first time playing in this salon area but I wanted to play by myself and walked over to the $200 minimum BJ tables. There was a pitboss, his assistant?, and the dealer staring at me like I didnt belong. Its ok. Whatevers. I took out the $10k and of course they make me write down my Social for some BS IRS crap. Whatevers. I get several purple chips and mostly black chips. Every single bet I made, the freaking assistant would write something down in her clipboard. It was the weirdest thing. Ive never had anyone track my bets before. Every bet, she would write something down. I wasnt sure if she was writing down my bets or if I was winning/losing. I didnt care though. I lost quick though. I lost about $8500 and pretty much wrote this trip off as a waste. Then the unthinkable happened. I went all in with $1500 (3 purples), won. Then bet $1500 again, 11 vs a 10 (dealer), I thought about it for some time, doubled, hit 21, got back to $6000. No more $200 bets, I was on a mission to make my money back and ride this streak. I got back to back bJ with 2 $1000 bets and won a split. Once I reached $11800, I stopped. Too many times I lost my entire bankroll again chasing the small losses. So I got up, said thank you, no tip, and left the table.
Final result: Down $200 but left like a million bucks. That was my miracle comeback.
