Six people sat down to play. The mood was serious. Only 2 would survive to play on. Some wore hats, some had hair. All were ready. The same scene played out on 5 more tables. The dealer was annoying though he thought he was witty. There was little conversation as the cards were dealt and the hands played. I held my own. I played a strong game and increased my allotted $500 easily as we lost 2 players who gambled unwisely. At the end, there were 4 of us and I was solidly ahead. It was on that hand, I learned a valuable lesson.
Sometimes it is worth it to risk it all.
I didn't. I held back. Too much, it turned out. The lady at the end doubled her holdings by besting the dealer's wimpy 17. The smooth character at the other end lost his chance on a bust. To my immediate right, he tripled his holdings with a BJ and I hit one also but not for enough to matter... I was third behind the lady and my opponent to the right.
I could have thrown it all in for that hand because it was win or lose. I should have.
But I didn't. And that is why I am also not one of those who moved on to the next level in the Blackjack tournament.
Faye went on from her table but lasted just that one more round.
I hate it when that happens.
A Night Unremembered
7 years ago