At a very early age, I had some unfortunate luck at a blackjack table in Reno, Nevada. I walked away with over $500 dollars in my pocket.
Why was that bad luck? The trouble is, that early experience set the bar in my mind for what a good night of blackjack should be. I don’t think I’ve walked away from a table with more money than I’ve put down since then. But every time I play I’m chasing that 1,000 percent return.
