LAS VEGAS STRIP, SPRING, 2004 An hour or so later, I found myself at Bally's. Up almost $1700 in less than 20 minutes, I was attracting the attention of a surly Mafioso type pit boss who was camped out at my table inspecting my play. Another ten minutes or so, and another $500 stacked up in front of me. Then, a tap on my shoulder, and I was asked - quite politely - to leave. "We're sorry sir, but your blackjack play is no longer welcome at Bally's." This was more like it. In retrospect, I made plenty of mistakes that day. What I learned though, not only on that first trip out, but on the dozens that have followed, made me realize there had to be an easier way. Four years later I'm here to share it with you. Welcome to Gorilla 21. Your blackjack game's about to change.