Black Jack: Texas A&M position groups searching for perfect hand

Too often I make Black Jack analogies for certain situations or observations. Perhaps, that’s proof of too many wasted nights spent at the tables in Las Vegas.

Or Kansas City. Or New Orleans. Or Atlantic City.  Or Shreveport. Or Tunica. Or Council Bluffs.

Wait … Council Bluffs? Geez, I’ve got a problem.

Yet, I rarely have a problem at the tables if the numerical value of my first two cards is 21, 20 or even 19. The confidence level remains somewhat high at 18 and wanes at 17.