Blackjack, you know, it’s one of those games where every decision feels like it carries so much weight, even though it’s really just a mix of odds and gut feelings. I mean, I’ve been there, sitting at the table, staring at my hand, trying to decide what to do next. And when it comes to splitting, well, I’ve always been a bit cautious. I rarely split anything except aces against a 10. There’s something about seeing that ace and thinking, Okay, this could be my chance to turn things around. But veen then, sometimes I’ll hold back. I’d rather stick with my original bet and take the loss than double down and risk losing twice as much. It’s not always about the odds, you know? Sometimes it’s just about how it feels to walk away from the table.
