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Best Poker Tips for Beginners – Strategy For Winners : Play tight but aggressive

Many amateur players make a huge mistake of playing too wide and opening too many Texas Holdem hands. The key when you are starting out is to play only your strongest hands to keep your VPIP poker stat at a lower side and avoid many tough decisions post-flop. This will let you play less, but more aggressively when you decide to take your hand into action.
Most of your opponents in low games going to be playing random hands a lot of the time and taking this poker tip alone will let you start ahead of them. Using this you will be able to learn poker strategy without losing money and in a much more effective way.
So be raising and betting yourself when you play instead of just calling and put maximum pressure on your opponents. Knowing that you have the advantage of holding better hands pre-flop you will be just winning against their range of cards in the long run.
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Sabacc as Combat

So I came up with something that my players really love. Tried it on Discord and it worked out well, too. I had players interested in playing gamblers, and at first they were discouraged because it was just sort of opposed checks of Perception and Deception, representing bluffing and so forth, with the result just sort of “announced.”
Perhaps it was my failure as a narrator, but things weren’t going so well in the gambling end. They wanted something that felt like a drama driven by gambling, like the movies “Maverick” and “Rounders.” (They all play cards IRL) I felt like I needed a little more structure, at least for myself as a GM, so that I could carry them through it narratively. Here’s what I’ve come up with so far and they’re LOVING IT.
Before I say this, I should just say it’s a start, and I welcome any feedback. Also, all groups are different, so this might only come across as unnecessary to some, but I stress, all groups are different and it has worked for us:
In order for this to work, someone must have a winning hand, and someone must have a losing hand, and all other players must have “in-between hands.” In order to do this, the GM has to do one quick thing to prepare the sabacc game. Instead of the tedious ordeal of telling everyone what cards they have (suits and values and such), the GM simply rolls a percentage die, and assigns everyone hands based on numerical value—the higher the number rolled, the better a PC or NPC’s hand. Simple.
Let your players know that a “bad hand” is 1-30, an “okay hand” is 31-60, and a “good hand” is 70-100. The GM writes down what each PC has on a slip of paper and hands it out, face down to each player (For example, you just write “bad”, “okay,” or “good”, not the actual numerical value). That way, the PCs at the table don’t know what kind of hands their friends have, and if the player has a “good hand” they won’t know if someone has a better “good hand.” They just know about how good their own hand is, in the greater game of sabacc. (This represents having a full house, but not knowing if someone has a straight flush, as it were.)
Then, of course, the GM secretly writes down what kind of hands each of the NPCs have (for this, I recommend not having more than three NPCs playing the game, and two NPCs seems to be ideal).
A GAMBLING CHARACTER’S TURN It’s similar to combat. You get one Maneuver, which does not typically require a skill check…
…and maybe take a SECOND Maneuver by suffering 1 Strain, perhaps by sipping a strong alcoholic beverage to gather your courage, or just because you are stressed from trying to do too much in one round while keeping your head in the game…
And now you begin your rounds of gameplay, just like combat.
IMPORTANT RULE: At the end of each round, all players who have not folded MUST put in either 100 credits, 1,000 credits, or whatever (your choice on the stakes), in order to stay in. And they must, of course, ante up at the beginning of each round.
Here are your Maneuvers.
Raise: The player can simply raise the amount in the Pot, to pretty much whatever they can afford.
Chit-chat: Make small talk while gambling, making it seem nonchalant. Because there is sometimes a lot of talk around the table, and other times quiet because people are trying to concentrate in peace, you get this one Maneuver to try and squeeze in some questions without being annoying to the NPCs, or before someone else starts talking to dealing cards. Perhaps you ask one of the NPCs when a shipment of illegal spice is set to come in, or try and subtly tell a fellow PC what sort of hand you’ve got, so you two can coordinate and team up against the other NPCs. If you choose to chat up an NPC, you can either use Charm on an opposed roll to win friends, which grants you a boost die on all Deception, Skullduggery, and Perception rolls until the end of your next turn (because you’ve got the bead on how these players think and move), or let the GM roll a percentage die: on a 1-10, one of the NPCs lets something vital slip through casual conversation. (EXAMPLE: “I don’t know if Jabba’s gonna be happy about what Sasha did to his majordomo. Could be trouble…”)
Ask For Another Card: This can be done only twice per game of cards. Any player can do it, PC or NPC (this is like the flop, turn, and river in Texas Holdem). Everyone is “dealt” a new card (narratively), so the GM has to re-roll the percentage die again, determining what everyone’s new hand ranking is by adding whatever he rolled to their previous “hand values.” To be clear, in this weird game of sabacc, a person can use the below “Call” action to end all gameplay and betting, forgoing the right to an extra card, and simply hope they win…but the longer they keep NPCs and other PCs talking, the more the betting goes up. (As stated, at the end of each round, extra credits are always added to the Pot) TIP: The reason you might ask for another card is because your current hand sucks.
Call: End the betting and reveal all cards to see who has the highest hand. Whoever has the highest hand (as previously recorded by the GM) is the winner.
Fold: Simply fold and bow out of this round of cards. You do not get back the money you’ve already bet.
…and now you get one Action.
AND THOSE ACTIONS ARE…
Bluff: Send out (false) vibes that other NPCs pick up on, making them think you have cards that you don’t, or don’t have cards that you do. Perform a Deception check, using this method: Take the average Perception rank of all NPCs, that’s your Difficulty dice pool. For each NPC you are trying to bluff, upgrade a Difficulty die. On a success, you bluff your targeted opponent(s), and they each suffer 1 setback die on any gauging rolls until the end of the PC’s next round. Which brings us to…
Gauge: Using this action, any Player Character who makes a successful Perception check is able to tell which players have a strong hand and who has a weak hand, and recovers 1 point of strain (because he can now relax a bit, now that he knows who has what cards).
Put a Skifter Into Play: In old canon, a “skifter” was a fake sabacc card that could change values to whatever you wanted. So, in this action, you surreptitiously place a skifter into your hand, replacing another card, using a Skullduggery check to make sure you are not seen. On a success, you not only do it, but you now have the winning hand! You just have to wait until next round to gain a maneuver and use the Call maneuver to end the game and win! The Skullduggery check is this: However many NPCs there are, that’s the number of Difficulty dice—then, for every strain you have suffered so far, that’s how many Difficulty dice are upgraded (reflecting the level of stress and/or alcohol you are under, etc.).
Stack the Deck: This can be done only at the end of a game of cards. You offer to be the one to re-shuffle the cards and deal. On a successful Skullduggery check, you stack the deck to your liking, giving the winning hand next round to whomever you want, and the worst hand to whomever you want, as well. The Skullduggery check is done the same as “Put a Skifter Into Play.” If you fail with NO THREATS, you merely fail to do it. If you fail WITH THREATS, then you are spotted trying to stack the deck by the number of NPCs equal to your Threats, and must now perform a hard Deception check to put their minds at ease and convince them you really weren’t trying to cheat.
Throw Someone Off Their Game: A player smiles lasciviously at an NPC, or blows cigarra smoke in his face, or does something else annoying to distract and put the NPC off his or her game. Perform either an opposed Skullduggery check, or an opposed Charm check, either of which will be opposed by the NPC’s Resilience. If the NPC fails, they are now “rattled,” and suffer a Setback die on all their next checks, no matter who the checks are against.
Cheat: This is separate from the Skifter and Stack The Deck actions above because, while those were very specific, and the skifter was added in because of my love for Star Wars lore, this “Cheat” action is here for all the generalities that may be imposed by the greater narrative. Perhaps one of your players set up a droid across the cantina to zoom in on an NPC’s cards and read what sort of hand he’s got, and so the droid has to signal your player, so your player needs to do some kind of Perception check to pick up on what the droid is trying to relay. In any case, this is a major action, and needs to either be opposed or have an average check, since all eyes are on the players, and everyone is on the lookout for a cheater…
SO THAT'S IT! As a side note, we don't do this for every sabacc or pazaak game, just for the ones where they've entered a tournament or feel like the stakes should be high. It has helped me a bit as a GM as a kind of "training wheels" for this system when it comes to gambling, and I'm getting better at NOT using it now. Anyways, there it is.
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Rare problem: Do all-in, side pot players have to reveal their cards before the rest of the betting goes on?

There is no doubt side pot players are expected to reveal their cards first in a showdown at the end of betting, however, can they be pressed to do this before the flop as an example? Do all remaining players have the right to see those cards before further betting commences?
Extra kudos for anyone who can actually point to a clear texas holdem rule that clarifies this, as it has defeated my searching!
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DEAR YOU

yes you
you
im pointing at you.
youre delusional.
dont even think twice about calling me the same.
im in the recovering and graduated program in my mental health clinic.
im monthly injected with my medication. it stays in my blood stream for up to 6 weeks but i get a new injection every 4.
i think i know when im being delusional or crazy at this stage of my life.
yeah you.
you
the person im pointing at.
youre full of assumptions.
so am i though... but heres where we're different.
my assumptions are often correct or come close to being correct...
while your assumptions are totally bogus and false.
have you ever played a game of texas holdem?
have you ever played a texas holdem tournament with over 100 people?
have you ever played texas holdem tournaments and gotten consistently gotten top 3 or (top 10% depending on how large the tournament) every time in a live casino?
did you know top 10% is pay out where you make atleast your money back and top 3 get atleast 10x the buy in? thats atleast 1 grand everytime top 3.
Did you even know texas holdem is a game on pure assumption and logic?
THATS HOW YOU WIN BY MAKING RIGHT ASSUMPTIONS AND LOGIC IN BETTING AND FOLDING!
YOU DONT WIN TEXAS HOLDEM TOURNAMENTS BY BLUFFING AND GAMBLING ON LUCK!
hey you
you
yeah the person staring at my finger.
you may be smart
but im intelligent and i got god on my side.
you say youre gonna kill yourself... you say youre gonna hurt yourself...
but will you actually do it?
no cause youre a coward and you want to be talked out of it for your own selfish gain.
if you really do want to kill yourself and hurt yourself then do it privately alone where no one will find out or care.
well guess what i actually did kill myself and i actually killed myself doing all that..
alone, by myself no one around, never told a soul i was going to do it that day...
but guess what?
god showed me a light at the end of the tunnel and i was brought back to life a couple days later what seemed like hours unraveling through time.
yeah thats how i know god is on my side.
because im not a selfish coward prick like you who doesnt have the balls to kill themselves and do it properly.
god gave me a second chance at life for a reason.
you cant destroy me.
cause when you try to...
God will get on your pathetic ass.
YO! YOU!
YOU!
the very person i keep pointing my finger at.
GO FUCK YOURSELF.
YOURE SCUM.
YOURE JUDGMENTAL AS FUCK AND YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE BECAUSE YOU EXERCISE FLAWED DECISIONS.
YOURE FUCKING RETARDED BECAUSE YOU CANT SEE THROUGH ANYONE AT ALL YOU JUST TALK BULLSHIT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH AND YOUR FUCKING FINGERS WHEN YOU TEXT
YOURE A TOTAL PIECE OF SHIT WHO LIVES TO SEE PEOPLE BROUGHT DOWN AND BE UNSUCCESSFUL AT WHAT THEY WANT TO DO AND HOW THEY WANT TO LIVE BECAUSE IT MAKES YOU FEEL BAD WHEN YOU SEE THEM HAVE A GOOD LIFE AND A GOOD TIME.
YOURE THE FUCKING REASON WHY ABORTION IS STILL LEGAL IN A LOT OF STATES AND WHY THE OLDER GENERATION OF RIGHTEOUSNESS WANT TO BULLY YOUR STUPID "LIVE TO DIE YOUNG" ETIQUETTE.
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After winning $1.3 Million at a Casino, Why does a man cover himself in Gasoline and drop a lit Match?

Myra Kindle is an independent investigative reporter.
Her other reports:

Boardwalk Attraction

What drives a person to cover themselves in gasoline and drop a match by their feet?
That was the question that ran through the minds of many in a crowd outside the Borgata Hotel and Casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey on March 23rd, 2019.
At approximately 7:45PM on that cold spring eve, a Mr. James Ferdini, age 47, covered himself in gasoline and was prepared to drop a match in the fuel.
As the crowd shouted for him to stop and several witnesses called the police, Mr. Ferdini reportedly stood unfazed, simply grinning and appearing to revel in the crowd’s shock.
“It was a suicidal action but it didn’t look like a suicidal person,” says Sam Kenset, an eyewitness to the incident. “I guess I don’t really know what a suicidal person looks like, but his movements and the way he was talking -- he just didn’t seem like a man down on his luck.”
Ms. Kenset is quite astute in her observation -- Mr. Feredini was certainly not down on his luck. In fact only moments before covering himself in gasoline, Mr. Ferdini had cashed out more than $1.3 million in winnings from the Borgata Hotel and Casino, making his suicidal action all the more puzzling.
However dangerous, Mr. Ferdini’s gasoline soaked stunt would not lead to his death on March 23rd, but his life was not long for this world either. Three days later on March 26th he would be found dead from an entirely different cause.
In Mr. Ferdini’s incredible winnings and suicidal tendencies leading up to his unusual and grizzly death on March 26th, many questions remain. Who was James Ferdini? What happened to his more than million dollars in winnings? And what was the lead up of events that caused his demise?
Based on interviews with management at the Borgata Hotel and Casino, local police and investigators, and corroborated with eyewitness accounts, independent investigative reporter Myra Kindle, for the first time, brings you a report on the man who nearly bankrupted a casino, and whose luck seemed to make him invincible until his highly improbable death.

What are the Odds?

As the match fell to James Ferdini’s feet outside the Borgata Hotel and Casino, the crowd stood agasp as they waited for the inevitable fire and horrible death of a gas soaked man. This moment would never come however, and the match reportedly landed in the puddle of gasoline meeting it as though it were water.
“The crowd started to look away the moment he dropped the match,” says Matthew Gershowitz, a witness to the event. “I couldn’t though -- I needed to see what would happen. I mean we all thought we were witnessing a suicide or something, but the guy was jovial, happy, making jokes with the crowd before he lit the match. And then when it hit the gas, it just burned out, and the man started laughing. We were all amazed. It was like a miracle -- we thought he’d die for sure.”
While it’s quite understandable that the crowd believed they had witnessed a miracle when James did not burst into flames, professor of organic chemistry at Villanova University, Marcy Li, says the odds of Mr. Ferdini’s death were far less than certain.
“Gasoline is certainly flammable, but not like in the way shown in movies and TV,” says professor Li. “It’s the layer of vapor above that gasoline that is most likely to combust. There could be a number of factors like wind, humidity and temperature that improved Mr. Ferdini’s chance of avoiding being burned alive. I would certainly say he’s lucky, but I wouldn’t say it’s a miracle he didn’t burst into flames.”
If Mr. Ferdini relied on luck that day to survive, it would appear to have been with him in spades for quite some time.
Having just come from the Borgata casino floor, James was reportedly on a ‘hot-streak’, winning tens of thousands of dollars an hour over the preceding two days.
“You have to imagine we were pretty happy when he left the casino,” says Richard Markelson, a floor manager at the Borgata. “Normally we want customers to stay as long as possible so the house can win our money back, but Mr. Ferdini never had a bad roll, spin, or lever pull the whole 40 consecutive hours he was gambling at the Borgata. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Mr. Markelson was able to confirm through cash-logs and casino surveillance that Mr. Ferdini had indeed won big at the Borgata, and records show his total winnings amounted to $1,348,427.
Mr. Markelson said of the winnings: “It was enough of a loss over a short period of time that the owners of the casino were worried our insurance premiums were gonna jump. A casino in Atlantic City simply doesn’t lose that much money in such a short time, at least not to a nobody, and Mr. Ferdini was certainly a nobody.”

A Career Loser

While management at the Borgata Hotel and Casino did not know Mr. Ferdini prior to his 40 hour lucrative gambling binge, many on Atlantic City’s boardwalk have been acutely aware of James for years.
For example after James’s stunt with the gasoline, he was arrested and taken to the Atlantic City jail and held on the possible charge of disorderly conduct, but was released after the charges were dropped. The reason? The police had a long record of interactions with Mr. Ferdini and thought of him only as a minor risk.
“We were more worried about the guy’s mental health than him causing a scene on the boardwalk,” says Atlantic City officer Paul Stevenson. “We’ve known James for years -- I mean he’s a loser. Is it a shock to me that he would try and commit suicide like that? Absolutely not.”
When asked why the police did not opt to commit Mr. Ferdini to a hospital on a psychological evaluation, officer Stevenson replied: “The plan was to have him committed, but some lawyer showed up and we didn’t want a legal fight, so we decided to release him instead. I felt a bit mixed about it. I mean the guy was clearly suicidal -- why else would you douse yourself in gasoline?”
When told that Mr. Ferdini was reportedly jovial and happy during the gasoline incident, and that he had in fact won more than a million dollars immediately prior to the event, officer Stevenson struggled with the narrative: “That doesn’t sound like the James Ferdini I know. He’s always been a depressed gambler, and never won a game in his life as far as I know. He couldn’t win a hundred bucks, let alone a million. I can’t even believe they let him into the Borgata in the first place, but I guess the cash winnings explains the lawyer.”
Officer Stevenson asked if I could confirm the details of the winnings and that Mr. Ferdini was in a jovial mood during the gasoline incident. When I showed documentation of Mr. Ferdini’s winnings provided by Mr. Markelson and relayed several eyewitness accounts as to his temperament, officer Stevenson replied: “I don’t get it. So, why’d he try to burn himself alive?”

The ‘Cooler’

Perhaps no individual has a better sense of who Mr. Ferdini is and what happened to him than the floor manager at the Borgata, Mr. Markelson.
For 40 hours prior to the gasoline incident, Mr. Ferdini bet heavily at the Borgata casino, and Mr. Markelson was in close proximity for much of his hot-streak.
“I was actually supposed to be on vacation that week,” says Mr. Markelson, “but I got called in because the other cooler was sick.”
A ‘cooler’ as Mr. Markelson explained, is a relic of old casinos that today is rarely used, however some establishments still invest in what could be called ‘charms’ to bring bad luck to high rollers.
“I got hired because I’m unlucky,” explains Mr. Markelson. “I can do the job of floor manager just fine -- don't get me wrong -- but it was my knack for bad luck that got me the job for sure.”
A cooler operates by simply being present around those that are on a run of good luck. In Mr. Markelson’s account, he says that being around him will bring such bad luck to any gambler that their cards will go cold, their lever pulls result in no winnings, and their wheel spins doomed to lose money.
“It’s a talent I’ve had since, well, forever,” says Mr. Markelson. “If I just stand near someone, they’ll start to have bad luck like me. I know it sounds crazy, and sometimes I don’t believe it myself, but it’s true. I mean, like I said, I think that’s why the casino hired me. They could count on me to go onto the casino floor and bring bad luck to anyone that’s winning a bit too much. Best part, since it’s based on superstition, it’s completely above board.”
With James Ferdini, Richard Markelson found that his power did not work however.
“I don’t know about before I showed up, but for when I was watching him, that man could not lose. The casino made me stay multiple shifts, I’m talking nearly 40 hours to watch him and were hoping I’d bring him bad luck, but it never happened. He just kept on winning no matter what game he played.”

An Escalation of Bets

In attempting to find James Ferdini’s state of mind prior to the gasoline incident, floor manager Richard Markelson provided unfettered access to video of the casino floor, even though he realized he could be breaking several state gambling commission laws by allowing a reporter to look at such surveillance. In fact, more than taking the risk, it was Mr. Markelson that called me and led me to this story in the first place.
“The police didn’t send him to the hospital after the gas thing I’ve been told. I figured the truth has to be somewhere and when police won’t do their job, I guess it’s reporters that have to step in,” says Mr. Markelson. “The most important thing to be me personally is finding out why he died just a few days later in that horrible freak accident -- the one on March 26th.”
When asked if Mr. Markelson had any interest in finding Mr. Ferdini’s still missing $1.3 million, he replied: “Of course, but that’s not my primary concern here. I just want to know what the fuck happened. How does a guy who should have felt on top of the world go to dousing himself in gasoline, and then ends up dead a few days later? I really want to know.”
In the video access provided by Mr. Markelson, I managed to find new clues that might be able to explain Mr. Ferdini’s downward spiral.
It could best be described as an escalation of bets that appeared to take place soon after Mr. Ferdini began his run of good luck. According to video of the casino floor, around the time manager Richard Markelson appeared, Mr. Ferdini started his miraculous winning streak.
The video shows Mr. Ferdini starting with craps, moving to baccarat, then slot machines, and followed by a long run at twenty-one. He continues to gamble for 40 straight hours, much of it with Mr. Markelson in close proximity.
“I was the only cooler around, so the higher ups at the Borgata made me stay the whole time. I got a lot of overtime that week,” says Mr. Markelson.
Curiously, the video shows that at around the 25 hour mark Mr. Ferdini attracts something of a crowd. While the video offers no sound, it appears as though Mr. Ferdini is making several wagers with his new found groupies.
At first a few in his new entourage gamble him directly in casino floor games like Texas Holdem, but it appears as though they make several bets outside of the casino games as well.
In one instance Mr. Ferdini appears to bet that he can drink boiling hot water. The video shows him drinking a scalding hot cup and immediately receiving a small payout from several people he was talking to before beginning the stunt.
It became clear to me after reviewing the video surveillance that for this story, I would need to speak to at least one of the people who witnessed Mr. Ferdini taking on these non-casino game bets. Thankfully, with Mr. Markelson’s help I was able to track down Maria Nowak, who in the video appears to spend several hours with Mr. Ferdini.
A resident of Atlantic City, Ms. Nowak was able to confirm that Mr. Ferdini was taking part in what she describes as “extreme behavior”, and that he was seemingly willing to bet on anything and everything. Even games that were clearly not of chance, like drinking boiling hot water.

”For $500, Right?”

Why did Mr. Ferdini cover himself in gasoline and drop a match? It’s a question essential to understanding his mindset, and one for which the answer appears to be quite simple.
After tracking down Ms. Nowak, a long time resident who often partakes in long gambling binges herself, she claims Mr. Ferdini covered himself in gasoline and dropped a match in the fuel simply because of a wager.
“We had been doing side bets for hours,” says Ms. Nowak, who agreed to meet me at Hayday Cafe, a local coffee shop. “I was with a group of friends and we noticed that this guy [Mr. Ferdini] had not been losing any bets for hours. The guy was pretty much throwing money around and that type of attitude attracts the crowd I was with. So, we started making small talk and then made a few bets, dumb, small ones to start.”
When asked what bets her group made with Mr. Ferdini, Ms. Nowak replies: “At first it was things like, how many casino chips he could fit into his mouth. But then it escalated pretty quickly, like soon we were betting on how much money he could win in an hour. Then a bit after that he did this really stupid boiling hot water challenge -- he simply bet he could drink boiling hot water without having to go to the hospital. The bet didn’t make any sense, but like everything else, he won.”
“The gasoline challenge was the craziest though,” she continues. “It was clearly a joke when my friend suggested it, but James took him up on it right away. The challenge was, like, ‘can you cover yourself in gasoline, drop a match, and survive?’ James said he would do it for $500, and we just assumed he was kidding, but sure enough he was dead serious.”
Ms. Nowak claims that she too was present in the crowd outside the Borgata when Mr. Ferdini made good on the gasoline bet, and that immediately prior to him dropping the match, he said to her and the rest of the gambling entourage, “This is for $500, right?”
“He said it but I’m not too sure how many people heard it,” Ms. Nowak says. “I mean the whole crowd was screaming for him to stop. They all thought the guy wanted to kill himself. I guess one of us nodded our heads to James’s question, and then he dropped the match. I’ll be damned, but he won that bet too. We gave him $500 alright, not that he needed it after making all that money at the Borgata.”
When asked if Ms. Nowak saw Mr. Ferdini after he was released from the police station, she responds: “Yea, we hung out for the next two or three days -- all of us -- the gambling group that had formed at the casino, James Ferdini, and then, oh yea, that guy Richard Makel-something. I think he worked at the Borgata but he hung around with us for a couple days while we partied at a different hotel. It was around the time Richard and the rest of us left that James was in that freak accident.”

Richard Markelson

The details of Ms. Nowak’s account have confirmed two things to this reporter.
One, Mr. Ferdini’s suicidal gesture to cover himself in gasoline was nothing more than a bet to earn more money. Feeling high from his good luck at the casino, it would appear Mr. Ferdini thought himself invincible and was willing to take on any challenge, even if it put his life on the line.
Two, Borgata floor manager and ‘cooler’ Richard Markelson has not been fully forthcoming in his account of what happened. For example, he never mentioned spending time with Mr. Ferdini after leaving the Borgata.
Confronting Mr. Markelson, I ask him for a more accurate account of what happened after Mr. Ferdini’s gasoline soaked stunt. Mr. Markelson is nervous in his reply, realizing he’s been caught withholding valuable information.
“You have to understand that James is not particularly good with money,” starts Mr. Markelson. “I know I’m saying that having really only met the guy at the Borgata casino, but you could just tell he was something of a loser. Maybe other people told you that too, I don’t know. My point is James was destined to spend that money on drugs and alcohol, and well, we all kind of just tagged along for the ride.”
Mr. Markelson goes on to describe a drug fueled binge that lasted from Saturday March 23rd until sometime before Mr. Ferdini’s death on Tuesday, March 26th.
“James and I had been awake for more than 40 hours when he left the casino, and I was going to go to bed, but somehow I got roped into his entourage he found at the Borgata when he was raking in cash. I would’ve gone home, but free cocaine is free cocaine. I’m not particularly proud of saying that, but it’s true -- I really like the drug.”
Richard Markelson says that in addition to drugs, Mr. Ferdini hired prostitutes and strippers for the group’s amusement.
“I’m not into all the seedy stuff, but we had been awake for a long long time and on so much shit. I mean we were taking meth rips and stuff. Yea, it’s weird now that I look back on it, but a binge can be like that sometimes.”
The most important question to this reporter is what happened in the final hours of Mr. Ferdini’s life. In this respect, Mr. Markelson claims to know nothing.
“I left before he died on Tuesday,” says Mr. Markelson. “It doesn’t surprise me that he died though. The gasoline bet was just the beginning of it. That girl, Maria Nowak, the one that told you I was hanging out with the impromptu entourage -- it was her boyfriend that really stepped things up in a pretty violent way in terms of betting.”
When asked what he means by “violent”, Mr. Markelson responds: “I mean they were actually gambling on Russian roulette in the hotel room when I left.”

That Other Roulette

Once again reaching out to Ms. Nowak, I ask her about Mr. Markelson’s description of partying and gambling in a hotel with Mr. Ferdini.
It was at this point that Ms. Nowak declined any further questions, only providing the statement: “I’ve said everything I’m going to say.”
While this seemed like a certain dead end to discovering what happened in the final hours of Mr. Ferdini’s life and also possibly to tracking down what happened to his $1.3 million in winnings, I by luck received a phone call shortly before I was ready to call it quits on this investigation.
The phone call was from one Mr. Samuel Howlser, boyfriend to Ms. Maria Nowak.
Mr. Howlser said he wished to speak with me to clarify a few details that Ms. Nowak had shared with me and to dispute any “lies” stated by Mr. Markelson.
“Me and Maria didn’t steal nobody’s money and we’re not gonna get in trouble for what Richard Markelson or anyone in that entourage might be telling you,” Mr. Howsler said to me in a phone interview.
When asked about details of the drug fueled gambling binge shared by Mr. Markelson and Ms. Nowak, Mr. Howsler mostly confirms their accounts, however his description of floor manager Makelson is less favorable than what Mr. Markelson told me himself.
“He was the craziest fucker of the bunch, definitely,” says Mr. Howlser. “He knew the hookups for the crystal and coke, got us ketamine too. But the nuttiest thing about him is what the fuck he’d bet on. Like if Ferdini thought he was invincible, doubly so for that manger from the Borgata. Markelson was the one that brought out a revolver for Russian roulette too, and they played like dozens of games.”
Russian roulette, a lethal game of chance that has the player hold a loaded pistol to their head and fire, is an extremely dangerous game that has been popularized in media and fiction for decades. The game requires a loaded revolver to have at least one bullet chambered before firing, with the odds of death usually being one in six.
“It was fucking crazy when Markelson said he’d play it, but the dude was having as good luck as Ferdini so he thought he could do it,” says Mr. Howlser. “So they load a pistol with a bullet and start playing each other cause they were the only two fuckers crazy enough to do it. They play one round, but no winner so they go again. Second round, no winner so a third. Eventually they play enough rounds where they figure they gotta up the odds. So instead of loading one bullet, they load two. They play round after round with two out of six chambers loaded with bullets, spinning the revolver cylinder each time before they pull the trigger. This goes on for a while right, and then they load another fucking bullet. Each round now these guys have a one-in-two chance of blowing their brains out, but they keep playing.”
In Mr. Howlser’s recounting over the phone, I hear he is deeply disturbed by this story and ask why him and everyone in the gambling entourage continued to sit in the hotel room. In response he says, “We had been up for days smoking crystal and doing other shit. We were fuckng zombies. It’s only looking back now, sober, that I can see how crazy it was.”
But the game of lethal roulette was not over yet. Mr. Howlser claims that Mr. Ferdini and Mr. Makelson continued to play round after round, occasionally loading another bullet until finally the revolver was fully loaded.
“With six out of six chambers loaded, the odds of them dying on the next trigger pull was 100%,” says Mr. Howsler. “And I’ll damned, but they both went, and they both fucking lived. Somehow, they both got dud cartridges. After that, they both just had huge laugh for a while. A little bit later, Richard Markelson leaves and James Ferdini and the rest of us stay doing drugs for a bit until the rest of us guests leave too.”
Before Mr. Howlser ends the phone call, he stresses again the reason for contacting me.
“What happened is a messed up story, I know, but the point is that me and Maria don’t know anything about James Ferdini’s death or where his money is. Once we were sober enough to leave that seedy hotel outside Atlantic City, we left along with the rest of the people that were following James. And when we left, he was alive, and he had his money.”

Bad Luck

While Mr. Markelson, Mr. Howlser, and Ms. Nowak all say they only know the most basic details of how James Ferdini died, his death has actually been well documented by investigators and the coroner's office for Atlantic City.
Prior to this report, it was the mindset of Mr. Ferdini that was previously unknown. Sill up in the air is the whereabouts of his $1.3 million. But from what I've found, the report on his death is fully accurate, and even clears any of the entourage that was following him from being involved in any possible wrongdoing related to James Ferdini’s death.
On Tuesday March 26th at approximately 4:30AM, it would appear Mr. Ferdini’s luck simply ran out.
In that early morning hour, someone on Mr. Ferdini’s floor had ordered room service. As the porter was delivering the food, he slipped and fell outside of Mr. Ferdini’s room.
The noise from the fall awoke Mr. Ferdini who opened his door to find the porter picking up a tray of food in the hallway.
Upset at the disruption and the clanging of silverware outside his room, Mr. Ferdini proceeded to yell at the porter, pushing him against the wall in the hallway.
The confrontation ended when Mr. Ferdini told the porter that he was so upset that he was going to go down to the lobby and speak to management about the disruption.
Heading to the elevator, the porter told Mr. Ferdini that it was out of service. Frustrated, he turned to the stairwell and began walking downstairs.
Mr. Ferdini would never make it to the lobby however.
What Mr. Ferdini didn’t know was that the porter had also used the stairs to walk up to his floor, and that along the way he had spilled a small dish of ketchup.
When Mr. Ferdini walked across the spot where the porter had dropped the ketchup, he slipped and fell, falling down the stairs and knocking himself unconscious on the ground floor.
While in bad shape, investigators say that Mr. Ferdini was still alive at this moment, but what came next would be the fatal blow, or series of blows.
With the elevator out, the stairwell was the only way up and down the hotel floors. While Mr. Ferdini was unconscious on the ground, he blocked the entryway to the stairwell from the ground floor. A guest a moment later would attempt to open the door to the stairwell, but found that it was blocked by some obstruction that he could not see. Bothered and wanting to get to his room, the guest then started slamming on the door, thrusting it open with all his energy. He did not realize it, but the door he was thrusting over and over was slamming into the left side of Mr. Ferdini’s temple. The heavy metal door banged away over and over again, causing Mr. Ferdini’s brain to hemorrhage, and eventually doing enough damage that it would kill him fully.
The guest only stopped thrusting as the porter came back down the stairs to see Mr. Ferdini with his head being repeatedly bashed in by the door.
The porter screamed and soon the guest was made aware that he had accidentally killed Mr. Ferdini.
In this unusual and grizzly death, a confluence of bad luck came together to end Mr. Ferdini’s life.
If the elevator had not been out. If a guest on Mr. Ferdini’s floor had not ordered room service. If the guest had not ordered a dish that came with ketchup. If the porter had not spilled ketchup in the stairwell or dropped plates outside Mr. Ferdini’s room. If Mr. Ferdini had not waken up. If he had not confronted the porter and decided to go down to the lobby. If he had not slipped in the stairwell. If a guest on the ground floor did not repeatedly try to enter the stairwell. If any of these things had gone slightly differently, Mr. Ferdini would still be alive.
It could be said that Mr. Ferdini had finally found a run of bad luck, and incredible bad luck at that.

Double Negative

I cannot speak to Mr. Ferdini. He died long before I came to Atlantic City. For this story I’ve had to rely on the video surveillance from the Borgata casino and several eyewitness accounts of the drug fueled binge at the seedy hotel outside Atlantic City.
In those accounts from Mr. Ferdini’s hotel room, I’m left with conflicting views and shattered narratives.
It is clear to me that Ms. Nowak, Mr. Howlser, and Mr. Markelson cannot be trusted to give a full accounting of what happened. In my mind, the clearest liar of them is Mr. Markelson, who both omitted his story of seeing James after the gasoline incident, and also whose story is in direct conflict with Mr. Howsler and Ms. Nowak. While Mr. Markelson claims it was Mr. Howlser that had a revolver to play roulette, Mr. Howlser and Ms. Nowak both say it was Mr. Markelson.
Embedded in these lies and less than full accounts is a still missing $1.3 million. Something I believe Mr. Markelson is desperate to try and find, and for which was his original impulse to contact this reporter.
Now with an understanding of James Ferdini’s mindset leading up to his death, I am left with the unanswered question of what happened to Mr. Ferdini’s missing money.
I head back to where this story started, the Borgata where the gambling binge took fold. I seek an interview with Bill Hornbuckle, President of MGM resorts and a majority stakeholder in the Borgata Hotel and Casino. He agrees to speak with me and provides a full record on floor manger Richard Markelson.
I start the interview by asking if he’s aware if Richard Markelson owns a handgun, and in particular a revolver. In response, he says: “Our records indicate Mr. Markelson has a concealed carry license from the state of New Jersey for a Ruger LCR Six-Shot revolver. We have this in our records because Mr. Markelson is authorized to carry the weapon on the premises.”
Mr. Hornbuckle asks if I believe Mr. Markelson was involved in Mr. Ferdini’s death, to which I tell him I do not believe he is. I give the accounts of Mr. Markelson, Mr. Howlser, and Ms. Nowak, and while Mr. Hornbuckle is disturbed by the story, he agrees that Mr. Markelson has done nothing strictly illegal outside of drug use. He does add however: “The story with Russian roulette, if true, would certainly make us reconsider allowing Mr. Markelson to carry a weapon in the casino.”
Confirming that Mr. Markelson was the owner of the revolver has led me to believe Mr. Howlser and Ms. Nowak’s account over Markelson’s. It seems likely now that like Mr. Markelson did indeed play a dangerous game of Russian roulette with Mr. Ferdini, and that it was he who provided the gun to use.
Before I leave the Borgata, I ask Mr. Hornbuckle about another detail Mr. Markelson told me that I am no longer sure is true. I ask if a ‘cooler’ is something casinos really use, and if specifically Mr. Markelson is designated as one at the Borgata.
His response is to laugh at first, but he goes on to say: “Yes, a cooler is a real term. I actually believe in them myself. Luck is real. It’s a tangible thing that follows people around -- good luck and bad luck. I believe coolers have saved my casinos a lot of money over the years, and Mr. Markelson certainly fits that role at the Borgata. He's terribly unlucky, couldn't win a game of cards if his life depended on it. Still, he's invaluable at cutting the luck high rollers short."
He pauses before continuing: “There is of course the problem of the double negative, or when two coolers are together. It happens when a cooler is around someone who has luck just as bad as him or her. Like two positive or negative charges on a magnet, they repel each other, and the cooler’s effect instead of bad luck is one of incredible good luck. I’ve never seen it myself, but I’ve heard that even the most unlikely people on earth can have incredible runs of good luck if someone as equally unlucky as them is near.”
I propose the idea that maybe Mr. Ferdini was as unlucky as Mr. Markelson, and that together they achieved this ‘double negative,’ bringing them good luck while they were together.
“Yes,” Mr. Hornbuckle says. “I suppose that’s possible. It’s a very dangerous situation though for an unlucky person to suddenly be met with non-stop good luck. It could make you think yourself invincible, unable to be defeated in any challenge. You might even start to take on bets on things that aren’t real games of chance, like harming yourself by drinking boiling water. There’s also the danger of what happens when the double negative effect is over. One cooler parts ways, then each would fall into their own run of terrible luck, not realizing that their hot-streak has ended.”
As the interview concludes and I leave the Borgata, I think about the good luck Mr. Ferdini and Mr. Markelson had. I consider the incredible odds that both survived firing a loaded gun to their temples only for each to find a dud cartridge. I ponder the unfortunate series of events that would kill Mr. Ferdini after Mr. Markelson left his hotel room.
Lastly, I think about Mr. Markelson’s own luck since March 26th. Maybe it hasn’t been as bad as Mr. Ferdini's, but I know he contacted a reporter and as a result management at his casino will be looking into his behavior. I consider and think, that is not too lucky.

Porter

What was meant to be a short report about an unusual death in Atlantic City has grown into something longer. This is now a meandering investigation with unreliable characters, newly discovered details, and a still missing $1.3 million.
Before I leave New Jersey and return to New York, I go to the seedy hotel where Mr. Ferdini and his entourage consumed drugs and played Russian roulette, and where he would eventually die. It is my hope that I can speak to the porter -- the last person to ever see Mr. Ferdini alive.
At the hotel I speak to the manager and ask her who was the porter in the early morning hours of March 26th. The manager tells me that the porter no longer works for the hotel, and that in fact he had quit the very same day Mr. Ferdini died.
“After the police left, he flipped us all off,” the manager says. “That son of a bitch quit in style, telling us he didn’t need to work here no more. He said he was set and that we can kiss his ass goodbye.”
I ask the manager if they knew where the porter could have gone, to which she replies: “No idea. After he was done talking to the police about the death in the stairwell, I think he was out of New Jersey for good. He used to live nearby so I saw him when he left. He was fully packed. Had all of his stuff with him and three really full duffel bags I’d never seen before. He really didn’t seem like he was coming back -- had everything with him.”
Like the porter, I load my bags and finally prepare to leave New Jersey. As I do a thought pops into my mind: Could the porter that night have discovered Mr. Ferdini’s $1.3 million in three duffel bags in his room? I consider and think, maybe, and if he did, maybe this porter is the luckiest man in Atlantic City.
Myra Kindle is an independent investigative reporter. She covers tech, law, politics, and other stories that would be impossible to write about in more traditional outlets.
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1st time playing in a tournament.

Hey, everyone! Fucking noob here. I'm going to try and play a Texas Holdem tournament tonight. I've played against the house before, but it wasn't that fun. I've played poker on various games in the past, but I'm going to try my hand at a simple $150 tournament tonight for my birthday. Any etiquette tips for a beginner, or any tips in general? I'm pretty nervous, but I don't want to look like a complete idiot.
UPDATE: I got it confused. I didn't play an actual tournament, but my first live cash game. I played 1/2 $100 buy in. I was an obvious newb from the start. I didn't even know that I had to register at the front desk of the poker room. I got sent to table 6, and I just had $1chips. Everyone else had $5 chips. I got so confused! Once they gave me the right chips, I sat down. There were a few times where I was confused, or was just not paying enough attention, but the dealers were really friendly. I got players to fold a couple times, but I slowly got down to $17. I had the small blind, and my hand was J-5. I called, and the flop was J-6-5. Next guy bets $5, and the 5 other players called. I think fuck it, and went all in. The other 6 called. Turn was a 7, and then we had a side pot going. River was 5, and I almost said: OH YEA! All bets were done, and we revealed. The a few of the others were like: Oh, hey! Nice hand! It really felt good to get a full house. I was stoked!
Unfortunately, I lost all but $12. The floor wanted to move me to another table, but I decided to cut my losses at that point. I ended up buying Taco Bell on my way home, so it was a decent way to end my birthday.
Thanks to everyone who helped out! I was nervous, and had some preconceived notion that everyone would be judgmental. However, it was a great experience even though I lost most of my cash. I can't wait to try it again!
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[SP[ The Hangar

Ever since I was little, I remember being fascinated by airplanes. Or, not just airplanes; all things that fly had me riveted practically since I breached the womb. I would always go with my brother down the local airfield and just watch airplanes take off and land. We would sit on the porch of the convenient store just off the grass, he would buy a moon pie for me and a pack of Chesterfields for him, and we would listen to the gentle, lazy whirring sound of planes going buy. I was 17 when he died--I’m sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you about myself and my origins in a clearer manner.
I’m from the small town of Collins, Wyoming. In 1940 (when I was 15, also the first time I checked) the population was 1,227; everyone in Collins new each other. There was an old man I used to walk past on my way home from school- Mr. McCullough-who remembered clearly the days blue smoke filled the skies as brothers killed each other. He would sit in his chair and smoke his pipe. Every now and again he would invite me into his house (mind you, he was a close friend of my family (and everyone in the town for that matter). I wouldn’t do this with just anyone) and pour me a cup of coffee. I hadn’t started drinking coffee yet, so this was my special moment.
There was June Clark, who could be routinely found in her garden assuming whether permitted. She grew plants that I now know to be marijuana. There wasn’t really any serious policing in Collins; we took care of our own.
Dwight Clark, her husband, owned the bookshop, which also served as a library. He was long since retired, and spent most of his days reading or playing cards. He taught me how to play Texas Holdem, and some days on the weekends, he would run an “underground game” that everyone knew about. They would drink gin and smoke cigars, winning and losing a full season’s worth of tanned deer skins. They never bet money.
My father died when I was 12. He shot himself. My mother went four years later of liver complications from alcoholism. My brother, who was six years older than me, started looking after our little bit of land on the outsides of the town center, near the airport. He started getting into airplanes, and from there it turned into a passion for both of us.
Jim Clark (same last name but no relation to Dwight and his wife) was the one who taught my brother to fly. They would go up in his old Curtis Jenny and practice flying. At the end of the day, I would enviously watch my brother push the Jenny into the dilapidated hangar at the Western corner of the field. It was a lovely scene, the sun setting behind the wire-winged airplane. My brother would always find me afterwards; he would light a cigarette and we would walk home together.
Then 1941 came. I was becoming more independent, I was finally getting on with some of the other boys my age. I had a girlfriend, Trudy, whom I would take to the airport to watch my brother fly. She feigned interest, I now know. I loved having her around. I remember being happy for the first time since my father died.
My brother told me one cold January morning that he had joined the Army Air Service. He was going to the Pacific. “Don’t worry, Tom.” he said. “I’ll be in the P-40, that’s the best airplane we have. I’ll be an ace before April.” I hugged him.
I got the news on April 16th, 1942. He had been shot down near Port Moresby, presumed dead. I went to see Mr. McCullough. I figured he could help me. He asked me what happened, and I just started crying. I can’t remember anything else from that day, but he told me his good friend Jack Daniel had played a few cards in my favor.
I woke up late in the night in my own bed room in my house, which I suppose I was the sole occupant of at that point. It was cloudy, no stars. The trees had that surreal shadow-less look to them. In memory the woods around my house give me chills, but I was calm. I remember walking down the stairs without lighting the oil lamp, something I never did. I’m chronically afraid of the dark.
I walked straight through the trees, never questioning my footing. When I came to the Eastern side of the airfield, the stars and the moon appeared above me. I could see the convenient store where my brother and I sat, the hangar. I walked to the convenient store, Andy’s, it was called, and sat down on the steps. No tears came to me then, but I could feel the warm breeze of those summer nights over me again, hear the whir of the airplanes.
I looked at the hangar. I realized I’d never been inside of it. I decided I needed to see that old Curtis Jenny right away. I got up and started walking. The man in the moon scowled upon me that night, I remember. The cold, gray scale face of the moon seemed terse that night. I found the door, and let myself in.
Immediately in front of me was a biplane, but not the Jenny. It had a different shape, a larger engine. Guns. Guns! I thought. This is a fighter plane! But how had it gotten there? I walked towards it. I gently ran my hands along the propeller.
“Watch it.” said a voice. I turned around quickly to the sight of a glowing ember in the corner of the hangar.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know this was yours.” I said.
“I should have told you sooner, but I never was a good father.” My dad walked out into my view. The light in the hangar was moonlight, filtering in from the high South-facing windows.
“Dad? But, you’re dead.”
“Yeah, mortality has a tendency to get in the way of things.”
“Dad!” I ran towards him.
“Son, I don’t have much time, and neither does he.”
“Who’s he?”
“Me.” I turned around to see my brother, but he had a mustache and looked...exhausted.
“Charlie, how--”
“All will be explained, don’t worry.” he said. I looked behind him where the biplane had been, but it wasn’t a biplane. A riveted steel monoplane stood there instead, carrying the American insignia. It was a P-40; it was my brother’s plane. It clicked. The first airplane had belonged to my father. I turned and looked at him again; he was wearing World War One officer’s uniforms. The first fighter was what I now know to be a Spad.
“I know what you’re thinking, and yes that’s my plane. I was a pilot, once. I flew in the Great War, with the hopes that no one would need to follow me in the years to come. It seems I’ve failed at that too.”
“Why are you here? You’re both dead.” I said.
“Well, we’ve been discussing that,” my brother said, lighting his cigarette.
“and we wanted to give you a piece of wisdom.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Well, you’ve lost so much. But you mustn’t despair! We’re not completely gone.” My father said.
“What do you mean?” My brother took up the response:
“Was I once alive?”
“Of course you...were.” I said to him.
“What made him alive?” my father asked.
“Was it my flesh? My bone? My blood? Of course not. It was my soul. And, quite frankly, those don’t vanish the same way as these mere corporeal globs. Everywhere we walk, everything we touch, takes a bit of our soul with it. But our souls are not like pies, being divided up and diminished, but as a candle flame, which may light all that is around in while never depleting. Take our airplanes, for example. Dad’s Spad rests in the hands of a collector in Britain, but does it belong to this collector? Surely not. Dad’s soul persists within that airplane. This is why you came here tonight.”
“You see, Charlie, your brother, whom you loved very much, is gone forever. But, remnants of him may be found in our house, or the Curtis Jenny.” I looked behind him to see the Jenny where it had been left.
“When relatives die, we seek heirloom: This is why. Those we’ve lost persist in the objects they leave behind. I am not dead because my body is gone, I am dead because I am forgotten by all.” My father stared into my eyes, he looked tired.
“So, what about people who have no objects left? What about old Mrs. McCullough, who died in crossfire at Gettysburg? None of her belongings can be found anywhere.”
“That’s the other type of afterlife,” my brother said. “We don’t die until all those whose hearts we have touched die as well. But here’s the catch: When someone who’s heart we have touched touches that of someone else’s, we are passed on too. You see, we are all saved by each other. If someone dies before they can touch someone else, in a metaphysical sense I mean, they are truly dead. And this is the tragedy of war.”
“You see son, we are all connected by the same people.” I looked at the ground.
“No one is born one way or another, we are all a mix and match of everyone we’ve ever met, and everyone they’ve ever met, and so on as far back as humans go. I’m sorry Tom, but we must leave.”
I woke up with sunlight streaming into the hangar. I sat up. My head was throbbing. I looked around. The Jenny was parked nearby. I went to it, and I ran my hand along its propeller. Every hangar is haunted, Tom. My brother’s voice sounded in my thoughts. How so, you ask?
Planes travel; it’s what they do. Every time they stop, more and more unique people pour their souls into them. They are the culmination of humanity. Hangars are haunted to an unfounded degree, as they’ve been touched by all those airplanes, who were touched by all those people.
I don’t know where the moral is, or even why, seventy-seven years later, I’m writing this. Perhaps it’s that I’ve been trying to convince myself that this whole thing was a dream for my entire life, and just now have given up. I went to the United Kingdom recently, my daughter married a British man, and it was my grand-daughter’s birthday. We went to see some old airplanes, and one stuck out to me: A Spad. I took some photographs, did some research, and by the tail number it was my dad’s plane. I suppose it’s up to you: Where do we go when it’s finished?
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GTA 6 wishlist

  1. Cities I wanna see: Any of the cities GTA has already done would be fine with me! Otherwise I would like to see Chicago, New Orleans, Philadelphia, Washington DC, and/or the whole Bay Area in one map. Now that I think about it, a Bay Area GTA would be super dope! But wherever it ends up taking place, I hope they really capture the culture of that region, do research on the gangs and streetlife, and make an epic story with a realistic and authentic feel. One thing I don’t care if they exaggerate on to make it better is the mafia stuff, the gang stuff, and the criminal activities. They can embellish on those things if they have to, like for instance the Italian mob ain’t what it used to be, so I wouldn’t mind if they just pretended they still had the same power they had in the 70s and 80s. I also want options with everything and want to be making game changing decisions that will take you down different paths with different outcomes to the story. This might be asking too much, but I hope it’s doable. I would love to see all the different possible outcomes to the story and decide which route I like best. I also like the 3 protagonist format. 4 protagonists in the new gta would be even better! 2. Don’t neglect strong dialogue and sacrifice a good storyline for Satire. I know GTA likes to be satirical and incorporates a lot of silly humor with ironic and downright belligerent saracasm, and they always come up with hilarious material, and don’t get me wrong I love it. But I also want a serious and epic storyline too, so I hope they find a way to include all the satire while still making all the characters believable and hard af. I want the gangsters to be really gangster. I want the villains to be really evil, cold blooded and terrifying. In gta 5 Martin Madrazzo didn’t do it for me at all, the guy is a total clown for being such a big scary cartel guy. Trevor was a lunatic for sure, but I wish he would’ve been more on the sociopathic side and could’ve been more professional. A guy like him is more of a serial killer type that wouldn’t make it in the gangster world, people don’t trust lunatics like him and if he even got the opportunity to work with serious gangsters and mob guys, they would probably end up whacking him due to him being so unprofessional they wouldn’t be able to trust him and would consider him a liability. I know the thing about Trevor is he is tougher and crazier than anyone in the game so it doesn’t matter, but that’s not realistic, no one is untouchable like that. I wish they would’ve gave him more of an Aryan Brotherhood or Nazi Low Rider type character that’s been through the system and done some real hard time and long stretches behind bars. He’s completely ruthless and will saw your head off with a prison shank so he would have that scary and crazy personality about him, but to make him even more scary he is also able to be professional and under control. I didn’t like all that fruit cake, impotent rage, weirdo stuff. 3. A countdown for police arrival. I would like a countdown to get out of the area you just committed a crime to evade the police and avoid stars. One of my biggest gripes about GTA 5 is how police just spawn right away and start shooting at you on site. I would like the character to have a spidey sense to evade police before they show up. And if you are not able to get out of the area in time, you can surrender and be taken into custody or you can run and you get the usual 2 or 3 stars on you and you have to ditch the cops, like any other GTA game, but the cops don’t just immediately start shooting at you unless you have a weapon out, and when you finally ditch the cops and get the stars off you, it doesn’t just end there, now you have to lay low until it blows over (maybe like a week of game time) or if it’s a murder case you have to hire a lawyer and go to trial. Or if you get taken into custody you can lawyer up when they are trying to get you to snitch, and if you do end up cooperating the game changes and now you become a confidential informant, so either avoid getting stars on you, or you can go through all of that and make all those choices and potentially change the game. At that point the story pretty much ends and you just are informing on people or maybe you continue the story until someone finds out your a rat. I don’t know, the pieces are there hopefully they use some of that and make it work. It would also be awesome if one of the protagonists started off his story behind bars in the penitentiary on a high security yard and you have to stab people and survive riots and what not and make drug deals and all that. Then you get out of prison and start from the bottom like Franklin. Then another protagonist is already some sort of established gangster, maybe a made man in the mafia or just a guy with a lot of connections and money (he’s your Mike)..Then the other protagonist is kinda like your Trevor; a highly trained, ruthless assassin, extremely resourceful and dangerous. Definitely has a military background. Maybe special forces, maybe a former cop, maybe both. Think Mike Erhmantraut from Breaking Bad. Or google Joseph “Rambo” Hunter. He’s a real life idea for a GTA character. A former Army sniper turned cartel assassin. Just some ideas! 4. More friends, more activities to pass the time, more women to Mack on, more interaction, random people you can meet that leads you to different places and opportunities. In GTA 4 we had online dating. I’ll never understand why that wasn’t brought back for GTA 5. You also had better activities like going to see live shows from Katt Williams and Ricky Gervais. Just put up some more old Katt Williams, Ricky Gervais, Louis Ck, Dave Chappelle etc. Please bring that back for the love of God! They could also do a much better job at the movies they show at the theatres. Please put a lot more fun and interesting activities in the next GTA. I like going to the bar with friends on GTA 5 because it advances the story a few hours, but I also want an option to hang out in the bar and play pool or darts or talk to women or whatever. That would be dope and night clubs where you can dance with women and fight and bang on other people in the club. If you can’t come up with an epic story, I hope they at least give you way more stuff to do. Casinos and card rooms would be dope too! There should be Texas Holdem games all over the place, they could do that online to and play against other players and bet your money and stuff, that would be so sick!
  2. More jobs and hustles like the tow truck thing or Trevor’s gun running. There should be lots of legitimate job opportunities as well as a shit load of illegal activities you can get into and flourish like selling dope, chop shops, stick up crews, burglaries, loan sharking etc.
  3. More cars available to legally buy, specifically trucks. There is really only that lifted truck or those little old schoolers to choose from in GTA 5, why can’t we purchase just a regular F150 or Silverado? And I like how all the characters have their own primary vehicle that always spawns with you and never disappears or gets impounded, but I hope in the new one you can designate a new car you buy to be your new primary and store the old one in your garage or something. And what’s the point of buying cars if you can just steal them all the same? You shouldn’t be able to just drive around in stolen cars without the police eventually catching onto you and trying to pull you over because the car has been reported stolen. Maybe there’s a way for them to alter it and make it yours at a chop shop or something. Or at the very least you have to press a button or take it to the pay and spray to make it yours so that you can steal cars and not be forced to keep them if you don’t want to. I hate how every car you steal in gta 5 becomes yours and ends up in police impound and you can just go retrieve it. Unrealistic. Another thing when it comes to cars is the ability to upload your own mix to the game and be able to listen to it in your house and in vehicles. Maybe make one of the radio stations an MP3 connection or a slot to upload a few songs of your own. And also I hate how in gta 5 you have no control over the radio in your house. 7. Better hand to hand combat and melees. Make the characters more coordinated and athletic. Make the gym be an option again to lift weights and learn how to box. I also hate it in GTA 5 when you punch someone’s lights out that counts as a kill, like why? Why can’t we just pistol whip someone because we don’t want to kill them? In GTA 4 you could beat someone down to where they are done, but they are still alive unless you continue to kick them while they are down and then they die. Please go back to that I like to minimize killing and only kill people I have to or if they are shooting at me, but I like to beat people up who talk shit. 8. Bills and expenses. I like making money, but when it just adds and never subtracts unless you’re buying something is not realistic. The more stuff we own should come with more overhead like rent or mortgages, overhead costs for businesses, cable, cell phone bill, car payments and any other expenses can think of. So if you’re not hustling you’re not gonna make enough money and you’ll start losing money. But you can get to a point where you own so much stuff that earns you profits and you’re such a boss that you can just kick back and live off the profits, because they outweigh the costs. 9. Better tv when you’re at your house and definitely needs a news program that covers all the crimes you and NPCs around the city are committing, any major events that happen and just a bunch of filler news stories too. Definitely another Underbelly of Paradise gangland type show that covers all the organized crime in the city. You should be able to choose what kind of drink you have in your house too, same with smoke. You should be able to have everything, bong, joints, blunts, cigars, cigarettes, beer, wine, whiskey, you should be able to buy stuff at stores or something.
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Expected Value in a poker hand

Introduction: All-In expected value (EV) calculation in poker:

EV stands for Expected Value.
It’s the mathematical way of saying “in the long run this play is expected to net me X amount of money”. +EV means the play is expected to be profitable in the long run, while -EV is expected to lose us money in the long run. Our goal in poker is to consistently make +EV plays. The formula for EV is :
EV = (%W * $W) - (%L * $L) where;
%W is the percentage that we will win the given hand
$W is the amount that we gain by winning the hand
%L is the percentage that we will lose the hand
$L is the amount we lose if we lose the hand
Im having trouble understanding EV calculation in 3-way pot, below are two examples, the first one is simple with only one opponent with calculations and a picture of the graph. Second one is where my calculation is a bit off, and I was wondering if anyone has experience in this, or if anyone can tell me if i'm making a mistake :)
I'll try to make it as easy to read as possible, and sorry if it might seem a bit long.
HAND nr 1 (one opponent - calculation according to graph is correct) -----------------------------------------------------------
Seat 1: Killordie2 (1497 in chips)
Seat 2: monya_msk (1487 in chips)
Seat 3: joskerj4off (1477 in chips)
Seat 4: Taxitony (1497 in chips)
Seat 5: Sainteecee (1497 in chips)
Seat 6: Olexd (1497 in chips)
Seat 7: BillieDanger (1497 in chips)
Seat 8: kaitoksera (1654 in chips)
Seat 9: kalogrezas13 (1397 in chips)
Killordie2: posts the ante 3
monya_msk: posts the ante 3
joskerj4off: posts the ante 3
Taxitony: posts the ante 3
Sainteecee: posts the ante 3
Olexd: posts the ante 3
BillieDanger: posts the ante 3
kaitoksera: posts the ante 3
kalogrezas13: posts the ante 3
joskerj4off: posts small blind 10
Taxitony: posts big blind 20
*** HOLE CARDS ***
Dealt to BillieDanger [Qh Qs]
Sainteecee: folds
Olexd: folds
BillieDanger: raises 40 to 60
kaitoksera: calls 60
kalogrezas13: folds
Killordie2: folds
monya_msk: raises 40 to 100
joskerj4off: folds
Taxitony: folds
BillieDanger: raises 1394 to 1494 and is all-in
kaitoksera: folds
monya_msk: calls 1384 and is all-in
Uncalled bet (10) returned to BillieDanger
*** FLOP *** [Kc Ac Th]
*** TURN *** [Kc Ac Th] [3d]
*** RIVER *** [Kc Ac Th 3d] [5h]
*** SHOW DOWN ***
BillieDanger: shows [Qh Qs] (a pair of Queens)
monya_msk: shows [Ts As] (two pair, Aces and Tens)
monya_msk collected 3085 from pot
*** SUMMARY ***
Total pot 3085 | Rake 0
----------------------------------------------------
Here we are 9 handed with blinds at 10/20 with a 3 ante The pot before any action is 9*3 + 10 + 20 = 57
a) Hero raises to 40 to 60
b) X calls 60
c) Villain raises 40 to 100
d) Hero raises 1394 to 1494 ALL-IN e) X folds
f) Villain calls 1384 and is all-in (note villain has 10 less chips than me)

Hero shows [Qh Qs] vs Villain [Ts As] Let's plug those two hands in here: https://www.cardplayer.com/poker-tools/odds-calculatotexas-holdem
%W = 67.70% %L = 31.85% (tie = 0.44%)

EV = (%W * $W) - (%L * $L)
The money we gain if we win the pot is :
$W = 57(blinds and ante) + 60 (x call) + 1484(villain has 10 less chips than me) = 1601 (we can also double check this by checking the total pot in the hand history and subtract our $L ; 3085 - 1484 = 1601)
$L = 1484
%W = 67.7%
%L = 31.85%
EV = %W*W - (%L*L)
EV = 0.677*1601 - 0.3185*1484
= 1083,877 - 472,654
= 611,223
Picture of the actual graph https://imgur.com/a/Z4XRWlj
As you see my calculation of the EV is slightly over 600, (yellow EB line) but I lost the hand so therefore our chip line (blue) goes down 1484.
HAND nr 2 (two opponents)
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Seat 1: BillieDanger (1548 in chips)
Seat 2: combo659 (2544 in chips)
Seat 3: R34LIST1Q (1421 in chips)
Seat 4: daniooja (1370 in chips)
Seat 5: Ju.L1.Ya (1675 in chips)
Seat 6: JustProSkill (2263 in chips)
Seat 7: yunus62 (1305 in chips)
Seat 8: caroempy (1374 in chips)
BillieDanger: posts the ante 10
combo659: posts the ante 10
R34LIST1Q: posts the ante 10
daniooja: posts the ante 10
Ju.L1.Ya: posts the ante 10
JustProSkill: posts the ante 10
yunus62: posts the ante 10
caroempy: posts the ante 10
yunus62: posts small blind 40
caroempy: posts big blind 80
*** HOLE CARDS ***
Dealt to BillieDanger [9s 9d]
BillieDanger: raises 1458 to 1538 and is all-in
combo659: raises 996 to 2534 and is all-in
R34LIST1Q: folds
daniooja: folds
Ju.L1.Ya: folds
JustProSkill: folds
yunus62: calls 1255 and is all-in
caroempy: folds
Uncalled bet (996) returned to combo659
*** FLOP *** [9c 2d 3d]
*** TURN *** [9c 2d 3d] [6c]
*** RIVER *** [9c 2d 3d 6c] [8c]
*** SHOW DOWN ***
BillieDanger: shows [9s 9d] (three of a kind, Nines)
combo659: shows [As Jd] (high card Ace)
BillieDanger collected 486 from side pot
yunus62: shows [Ad Ac] (a pair of Aces)
BillieDanger collected 4045 from main pot
yunus62 finished the tournament in 16th place
*** SUMMARY ***
Total pot 4531 Main pot 4045. Side pot 486. | Rake 0
---------------------------------- 8 players at 40/80, ante 10
pot before any action is 8*10 + 40 + 80 = 200
a) hero raises to 1538 and is all-in b) villain1 raises to 2534 and is all-in c) villain2 calls 1255 and is all-in (villain2 is Small blind)
Hero [9s 9d] villain1 [As Jd] villain2 [Ad Ac] https://www.cardplayer.com/poker-tools/odds-calculatotexas-holdem
https://imgur.com/a/uulUJoU
Hero 19.53% ------(tie 0.36%) villain1 6.17% ---(tie 1.42%) villain2 72.87% --(tie 1.42%)
EV = (%W * $L ) - (%L * $L)
The amount I gain if I win the pot is 200 + 1538 + 1255 = 2993
(also can see Total pot 4531, so the money I gain when I win is 4531 - my stacksize (1538) = 2993)
$W = 2993 $L = 1538
EV = 0.1953*2993 - 0.7897*1538 = 584,5329 - 1214,5586 = -637,8377 makes no sense compared to the picture
https://imgur.com/a/CptqpSg
So according to this graph, it seems like my EV should be around negative 420-440 or so, -637 seems a bit off
If you are still reading, thank you.



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[Suggestion] Revive the Games Room and get rid of dice bots at the same time.

Let's be honest... The games room is dead and it is going to stay that way unless something is done.
I have a couple of suggestions, some more realistic than others, but I mostly want to see what other players here think about it. Also if you have a suggestion of your own I'd love to see it as well.
My first suggestion to revive the games room would be to add more games... No offence, but the as it stands there are only 4 playable games and they're not the most fun to begin with...
Game suggestions:
  1. Chess - I'm not sure how this game could have possibly been overlooked since checkers is a game you can currently play, so I only find it fitting that chess be included
  2. Cards - Many will be surprised, but card games have been around for a long time... It would be nice to have a game where you can play with more than one other person. Card games create the solution to this. Uno, Texas holdem or if using spanish cards the old time favorite Conquian.
  3. Pool - Okay, I know this one doesn't make much sense, but its fun... I don't know what else to say either...
Now these new games would not revive the games room by themselves... Which brings me to my second suggestion and some people will hate it. Well, at least mods will.
Betting/Staking
Jagex has to admit the fact that currently there is a lot of gambling going on in OSRS. The duel arena is always full with people willing to take a chance to either make millions or loose millions. I believe that if there was a system, where bets could be made in the games room, it would revive it instantly. This would also solve one of the problems jagex has at the moment with dice bots. The community is obviously looking for an outlet where they can spend their riches and possibly make more. This is it.
Again, betting already happens whether jagex likes it or not, this is just making it under their rules and providing a safe space for players. No offence, but I've lost too much money with dice bots...
Now, I have one last suggestion to revive the games room and that is to get rid of it all together... Yes, I know, the point is to revive it, but no one wants to go there!!! So I think this would be more appropriate;
GE game tables
The idea of anyone going to the games room right now is laughable, but the idea of people going to the GE is common sense. I would say that adding some tables around the GE on the grass, off to the sides, maybe next to the spirit tree... Would be beneficial. You already have two worlds where GE is always full of people just standing, talking and basically not doing anything. Why not give them the option to play a game? Having these games at the GE would keep them alive and would also give players a reason to use them, which is that they're already there. FTP could also take advantage to this games and it would give them something else to do... Which believe me when I say that they need it.
Chess still needs to be implemented. This idea comes from all the parks where you can see people playing chess, both young and old. Also betting still needs to be implemented to get rid once and for all of the dice bots.
Also spectating games could be allowed and should be done, just in a way where the players cannot interfere with the games.
Anyhow, maybe I'm just ranting, but I believe something has to be done about this. Many places in OSRS are dying off because players are simply not interested enough to go there. Castle wars, LMS and games room are a few examples of these.
Castle wars killed it self with the one repetitive map it has and horrible prizes... My suggestion, change the prizes.
PS: If this sounds too much like a casino, remember we already have one, the sand casino.
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[Table] IAMA Blackjack Dealer at the world's second largest casino. AMA

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Date: 2012-10-12
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What's the craziest bet someone have made? Hmmm. The craziest would probably be a double down bet on a hard 20. They were playing at a fairly high stakes table and they were at max bet; around 3 grand. They, sadly did not get an Ace.
Why would they double down on a hard 20? I don't know why they did it. That story of crazy betting was another coworker's experience and not my own but I have seen my own players double on a twenty just not with a few grand on the line. Some do it out of frustration, some just think they can get lucky while others don't know better. I've seen some pretty crazy plays before.
Do you have to announce that to the floor? Yes dealers ares supposed to announce when someone is doubling down on any hard hand.
Did they do a walk of shame out of the casino or did they keep playing? :P. They keep on trekking. It's crazy to watch.
What do you say in those instances? Do you try to give people advice if they don't know what they're doing? If it's obvious that someone has no clue what they are doing, I will try to steer them in the right direction. Our supervisors are the only ones who can give advice, so usually I tell them to help a customer out.
Why wouldn't they split? They can double on the split, depending on the house. ಠ_ಠ People will sometime split their tens, and we allow for them to do so. Like I said, people do some interesting stuff if they have a "feeling" about a hand or if they are just grasping at straws.
Do you like your job. 2. How much do you make? 3. How do you become a dealer? I need an occupation change. I do like my job. Some days it is monotonous and mind numbing. Some nights it just plain pitifull watching money fly out of their pockets but it' fun. I make a varying amount each month due to tips but they are pooled so it is roughly 1200 every two weeks. Seeing as how I only work for 4 days a week and I get a 30 minute break every hour and a half, I can't complain. :) As far as how to become a dealer, it depends on the facility. I got lucky and my place trained me for free! Very lucky. I recommend the job for. People who don't mind night shifts. I work 10pm-6am and I love it. Sorry the reply took so long. I'm actually at work right now :)
What is your win - lose ratio? Do you gamble sometimes, outside of your job? What's the pay like - enough to survive? I don't know any specific numbers but I tried to recount a scenario tonight and I won about every 3 out of 4 hands. Sometimes it's better than that sometimes it's worse. Lots of basic strategy pushers will say that, by playing basic strategy, one can expect to win about 53% of the time. That may be the case, but that is following basic strategy wholeheartedly and probably over a long period of time. i.e. 5-7 hours of playing. I'm not an expert on actually playing and winning the game myself because I don't gamble. Most people expect a dealer to join in after hours, and a lot of my coworkers do gamble outside of our casino but it's just not my thing. The pay is most assuredly enough to survive, considering the cost of living in my area. I really think I have a good gig going.
Have you ever seen somebody completely lose it because of the money he lost? Oh my goodness, yes. People can go bonkers sometimes. They have become irate towards me and also other players. Most of the time, players will just throw little fits and have weird, mumbling pity parties at the table as if they didn't know what the very essence of gambling entails. I was not there when this happened, but one player flipped a whole table over. He was obviously arrested for that one.
Easy. Haha. exactly.
How come the dealer wins so often? Edit: Grammar We win so often because we are the last to draw out of the whole table. Every player either hits or stays before my turn, therefore I have no one left to interfere with my hand when it's all said and done. I think the house edge is something like 5%. But if you play basic strategy, the edge can be knocked down quite a bit.
What's a good strategy for a player? Good strategy, that I would play by, is basic strategy. It's fairly simple to understand and you can print out a chart online to keep handy. We let our players use them at the tables if they like. In fact, I think some of our stores sell the basic strategy cards.
I never knew you were allowed to used charts. I don't know if all casinos let you use charts, but mine does. Basic strategy is common knowledge, so it's not a big deal to want to use it.
Thanks for the help. Now to convince the GF to go to Vegas. No problem. Vegas is awesome.
Do you only deal blackjack? why not the other games? and if you do deal other games, which is your favorite? Craps is my favorite... I do deal other games, and I'm so happy that I do. Blackjack can get very boring after awhile. I deal Three Card Poker, Ultimate Texas Holdem, Baccarat and this new game called Pick One 21. We don't have Craps or Roulette yet as they are dice and wheel games and our gaming commission is working on their approval.
What's the premise of Pick One 21? Never heard of it before. Pick One 21 is like a mush of Baccarat and Blackjack. There are two hands; red and blue and players wager which one they think will get closest to 21. It's pretty simple and it's caught on a bit more where I work.
Truthfully, have you ever taken advantage of a clearly intoxicated player or know of dealers who do? Truthfully, no I haven't taken advantage of a drunken player. There are so many cameras on a single table, the punishment isn't worth committing the crime. Also, I would feel bad. I make mistakes sometimes and I am always so thankful to the players who point out that I've done something like overpay them. I'd like to think that if I take care of them, they will do the same in return. Doesn't always happen but, it's something I try to uphold. There are a few people that have screwed some people over before. It's just not something I'd be willing to risk my job over. Besides, the drunk ones are entertaining. I want them to come back. :)
A player has pointed out you've overpaid them? I have gambled for a long time and I would never ever ever do this. Karma.
Ever had one of those crazy high tips? Yes! It was awesome. I only spend a small amount of time at each table and sometimes I will keep track of my tip balance for that portion of time. I've definitely made a good portion of my paycheck in 30 minutes. Like I said though, we pool our tips so I share that with the rest of the dealers. Pooling is nice, because I've have also made only 50 cents in a whole night...
Is Blackjack even worth playing when the payout is 6 to 5 for Blackjack? A blackjack payout can be 6 to 5 at some casinos but ours is 3 to 2 or time and a half. The bigger you bet, the better that ratio looks. I'm not too familiar with the 6-5 payout, but to exemplify...A $10 black jack would get paid $12 with 6-5, but with a 3-2 rule a $10 blackjack gets paid $15.
How difficult is it to cheat? I mean cheating in every possible way. If you're familiar with the game and handling cheques, cheating seems easy. People cap and pinch their bets a lot, and it's something I look for a lot though, I've never caught someone in the act. Card counting isn't really cheating but mostly frowned upon and will get you asked to leave a casino. We have machines that shuffle the cards for us, using multiple decks so it cuts down on that a lot. When and if someone is caught cheating, they are usually asked to leave for the day. If it isn't apparent, casinos love money so we aren't going to turn away a paying customer for more than a day, no matter how shady their plays may be. As far as a cheating player and the dealer is concerned, it is a big part of our job and it is something our pits hold us accountable for. We probably wouldn't get fired for not seeing someone cap their bet, but they will talk to us about it.
Continuous shoe, or just a shuffling machine? We have both manual shoes and and continuos.
I think you might be thinking of "21" because "Holy Rollers" is about overseas ecstasy smuggling. Here is a link to the movie Holy Rollers...the documentary one. Link to www.holyrollersthemovie.co Other one sounds good too though.
Any chance you could link me to a the strategy guide that you think has the best success rate? Thanks! Sure! Basic Strategy is usually the best way to go and it's fairly easy to understand. The link is to a basic strategy chart. The chart tells you what to do based on your number and the dealer's number. Link to www.blackjackinfo.com
Have you ever had any celebrity or famous person on your table? Personally, not that I know of. Ball players will frequent a lot, so it is possible that I dealt to one of them and never knew... But, famous people do come out and gamble every once in a while. Sometimes a few performers have been known to play a few games while they're in town. I've never had the pleasure.
Do many people try to cheat? People do try to cheat. It's a very aggravating thing to have to deal with. We work a lot to maintain the game's integrity to keep both us and the player's in good hands, but someone is always going to try to get some sort of edge, be it on the tables or at the machines.
Have you ever had a card thrown at you? Haha. No, I bet a poker dealer could answer yes to that question tho. Blackjack doesn't allow anyone but the dealer to touch the cards so that would be a feat.
This is not true. Some casinos allow players to touch the cards. Really? I had no idea. Our casino seems kind of rigid about card handling.
Do you see yourself as a good blackjack player? I would be terrible at playing the game. I'm much more comfortable on the side of the table with the bank.
I'm going to a charity casino night, I've never been to a casino before or properly played blackjack with other people. Is there anything I should avoid doing? table etiquette? Also is the game basically 21 but with gambling? Charity events would be the most relaxed to play at (I can only assume), so it's a good place to start. I would look over basic strategy rules and learn when to hit, stay etc. because blackjack is kind of like a team sport. Everyone at the table is affected by what every player decides to do. I've seen people do very well by working together as a team and following strategy. And yes, I believe blackjack has also been called 21 in the past.
Why not the first biggest? We are only the second because of how a casino's size is measured. It can be measured by square footage, in which case I do believe that we are literally the largest. A casino can also be measured by machine game count, which is why we are second. I think that answer is correct, but from what I've heard we are always neck and neck with other casinos for that spot.
If you live in the US, your casino is not the second largest in the world. Venetian Macau/Marina Bay Sands/City of Dreams are all larger than anything here. I just know that second largest is how we advertise ourselves. Like I said before, there are different ways that a casino's size is measured so that has to be factored in when considering the rankings.
What is the biggest percentage-wise win youve seen? (for example; starting with $100 and going up to $1000 is a lot more impressive than starting at $1000 and cashing out $2000) Reason im asking; deadmau5 (the DJ) plays bj and some of his wins are pretty crazy. the first time he played for real at the wynn he started with $1000 and cashed out $100K, another time he started with $4K, ran it up to $500K and lost it all, and one other time he started with $4K and cashed out $200K. (he does play marathon sessions though: 8+ hours at a time) Do wins like those happen regularly (if so, i have to start playing bj)...or is he just one very lucky guy? :D. Quite honestly, people come in and out so frequently and so often that I have never paid too much attention to one person's particular winnings. I know that winning as much as 100K definitely requires wagering big too. That's awesome that the deadmau5 guy has walked away with that much. And yes, I would assume that he won it over a time span a few hours. I think blackjack is a game best played for fun without expecting anything in return. Lots of people come to play expecting to walk away loaded but they are out of the game in around 20 minutes. It's more fun to play, if you are there to just have fun and play.
How does your casino deal with counters? How many decks in your shoe? I don't really know how our casino would handle a card counter because I've never come into contact with one. But, I know that we take lots of measures to ensure that counting is essentially impossible due to the amount of decks and the shuffling machines that we employ.
worlds second largest casino. doesnt have craps or roulette. What? how does that happen? you would expect a casino that big to have what some would consider some of the most classic casino games... Yeah, I know that new table games are always being considered but there are so many rules and regulations that come with implementing them that it takes time for the many approvals.
Are there really tough punishments for cheating? Like cutting off fingers and sodomy? Haha. No cutting off of limbs, as we are fairly new testament in our punishments.
Ever seen a gambler pick up a cocktail waitress? That is, get her phone number, or a date or something? Thef get hit on all the time, so I figure it would be a feat. I don't know. I'm not a cocktail.
I love playing Blackjack. My goal is usually more to find a fun table and have a few drinks than it is to win big. (Though that doesn't hurt.) My question is this: I try to have fun with the dealers and kinda backtalk a little, but always in a playful manner, never crossing the line. Some of them enjoy this but a lot don't. Is this because they experience this throughout their shift and tire of it or am I just an asshole? If I were to play the game, I would be like you; have a few drinks and talk to people. It would just seem more fun that way. I don't usually mind it if people joke around with me, but I know that some people do. I look at it this way; it is our job and sometimes people just don't want to be at work so if someone has ever given you the cold shoulder, it's probably because they can't wait to clock out.
I'd imagine you're right for the most part, but people also tend to tip well when they win big, which is something the dealer can't control and doesn't want to happen. On the contrary, I DO want people to win big. Sometimes those who win big will tip big, and it's always really great to work with them
How can I make money counting cards, without the casino trying to keep my winnings or backrooming me. I don't know a lot about counting cards. I've never had any interaction or experience with that situation so I don't know how it would be handled but I'm sure basic protocol is to just ask a counter to leave.
Are you going to answer any other questions? Yes.
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What game am I?

Its like a team game of poker, that consists of two teams of 5.
Each match consists of 3 individuals games of poker. 2 heads up games of traditional 7 card poker and a variant of Texas holdem in which there are 4 players in total, 2 on each side. Each side can use the cards from both players of their team and betting rounds proceed as a normal heads up game.
When a player wins a pot, they will be rewarded a credit. When a player has a credit lead over his opponent, he may leave his current game with his cards and join one of the other games to give his team the choice of cards currently in his hand in addition to their current ones. When a player leaves his current game, the opposing player will have to face a hand consisting of the next draw of 7 cards.
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TIFU by being a know it all and getting taught a lesson

This happened 14 years ago. I live in Pennsylvania and had just recently turned 21. At that time gambling was illegal in Pa so if you wanted to try your luck you had to go to Atlantic City. A little back story: As a kid growing up in rural Pa, I played a lot of poker and was pretty good at it. I thought I was really good. I played a lot at school and was better than most people. This was before the poker explosion and we only played seven card stud, texas holdem was a thing of the future on the East Coast. As a working college student I had no money and the games helped support me. A couple of buddies of mine decided to go to Atlantic City for the weekend and I took the only five hundred dollars to my name and we headed down the AC expressway. I played poker all through the night and won a good sum somewhere around two grand, which was the most money I ever had at once. Like I said I was a working student and all my money went to beer, rent, etc... So I go to the casino bar feeling like I am on top of the world and order a drink, I can still remember it like it was yesterday, I am sitting there looking at these poor gamblers who just want to get lucky, I don't need luck because I am sooo good at poker, man am I smarter than all of them or what, when a an older gentleman in a fancy suit comes up and sits down beside me. He had a command presence, like you don't want to mess with this guy. Immediately I think mobster. He says to me" Hey kid you want to make some money. I pause for a second trying to act cool. Sure I say what do have in mind, at this point I get the feeling I may have just agreed to doing something I really don't want to and am starting to get nervous about what he is going to ask. He proceeds to tell me he just hit a large amount of money on a Keno ticket and because of some reasons I don't need to know about he can't cash it. Right away I think he is wanted for something and if he cash's the ticket they will have his name and call the police. I know his game. I also think what a sucker playing keno. He tells me he will give me $200 to go to the window and cash it. He and his buddy will be right behind me, he then points to his buddy another suit and even scarier looking, and if I try anything stupid I will regret it. I am to cash it turn around, follow him and then when he stops hand it to him. He then hands me the ticket I look at it and it is for $15,000 I am astounded. His bet was for $5,000 I think, something ridiculous. Now my heart is racing and I am thinking did he cheat the system or something, I have no clue. I go up to the cashier and she looks at the ticket and then calls over her boss, now I am freaking out, I think I am going to jail, but no they make me fill out some papers and it takes awhile but they pay me the cash. I turn around and my new friends are right by my side, we walk back over to the bar and I hand them the money. The first guy thanks me for helping him out and hands me $200. They exit the place and I am relieved. I gather up my buddies and we get out of there. That night we went to a different casino and I lost my $2000 plus the $500 plus the $200. So now I am thinking maybe I am not as smart as I think I am and we head home lessons learned. Flash forward a couple of months and I have not been back to the casinos, I decided maybe my money was better spent on the rent and partying. I stop by my parents house to get my mail and there is something from the casino. I open it and to my dismay it all immediately becomes clear. It is a 1099 for $15,000. I ended up having to take out a loan to pay the taxes, I paid on it for the next year and a half until I graduated and got a real job. The silver lining is that I remember this every time I think things sound to good to be true or I get too full of myself and thinking I have things figured out, in my business which is speculative in nature this has probably saved me 100 times the amount I had to pay. The bad part is it probably has made me a little more skeptical of strangers than I need to be. My wife says I always think some one is scamming me.
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