If you’ve ever had the pleasure of watching a first-rate trader to manage their board game in a Casino you already know that there is an art to the flow of the cards and tokens. I have seen poker dealers, who did no more than ten moves to retrieve, shuffle and deal a new hand, all the time to talk to players and smoothly slipping across the table like molasses flowing, a joy to watch. Especially when the dealer last done thirty moves, was irritable, exposed two cards and then had to be reminded to move the dealer button. I love the art.
Of course, these days anyone can be a trader. From craps dealer lumpy, bumpy layout look constantly after the point is called by a wheel that knocks over stacks around winning numbers, you just have to be of age and able to enter a school in these days … and it’s really sad.
I was reading the book, Dummy Up and Deal, awhile back and reminded me how limited job opportunities were twenty years ago, when there were only casinos in Nevada and New Jersey. Don’t get me wrong, there were some shopkeepers hack Crabby, back then that barely could push a single dollar tokens through a craps layout, but there were much more “experts”, too.
I was watching one of those experts of blackjack the other day in a nice club in Northern Nevada and admiring the way he moved: smooth, thin and elegant like a whisper. Helped by the fact that she was nice to look at, but its was intoxicating.
It was a single deck game and after shuffling the cards: riffle-cut 2/3 by a third party, to turn the upper part of the bridge, flow, cutting and the bridge stand from the table, she was ready. Sitting at the table that you couldn’t even be sure that she still had the deck in your hand. The angle of his hand was perfect. Set in the left hand index finger, went straight across the front of the bunch and never seemed to move.
If this seems normal, or boring, well, it might be, but for me, is reporting good things to come, and they did. She was planted in one place and only hips moved as she swiveled on his left and delivered a paper to the first player. His hand only slightly pushed his left thumb dipped the top card off a little and his right thumb and index finger has ripped the paper before flicked his middle finger toward the table. Her wrist never moved. This concession was not ever to get carpel tunnel. She went on and faced the kind of game that you might not even notice during the game, because it was perfect.
I clocked some bridges. She was treated at a speed of about 500 hands per hour while joking with players and has never made a single mistake. Pure poetry in motion. Pride, efficiency and a joy to behold.
When she delivered beautifully put cards, carte’s hit after hit were at an angle of Nice with 20% of the first card covered. Paid bets with both hands (Yes, even moving chips with his hand deck), using both sides of his chip tray and smiled constantly. I was in love.
Even when he popped out my biggest bet of the evening on a pair of Split eights was still mesmerized. Then got pushed out and break. The new dealer said: “Hey,” and started to work. The first retailer was deftly to deal with. The new dealer “worked”, and she was more beautiful, blonde woman, with a slight smile.
This concession was effective too, probably working at a speed of over 400 hands per hour. She leaned on the table with his right hand, he groaned, faced the same percentage of winners and losers in somewhat random. Sometimes the cards has affected the layout were messy, hard to read for a supervision plan. I left.
I left because it wasn’t funny. It was not enough. It wasn’t what I wanted. Of course, is a job, just like the paper hanging and garbage collection are jobs. But treat can be an art. I know, I’ve seen.