A foul-mouthed loser on the internet? Say it ain't so!
Mar 9, 2006
At low-cost tables, like $5 and $10 sit-n-go tournament (5 or 10 players max), you see players take silly positions or play some hands as if it were a table game. If you bust, buy in to another $5 game, and who cares? If some players take chances like this, it can be very profitable to play against in the long run. Whiners like FUDonks apparently can't stomach that smart play works most of the time. In one-on-one play, betting all-in before the flop is, from any one player's perspective, a chance to tilt at windmills for a known price.
For what amounts to a single blackjack bet, I'll stab at a covered call for cheap. I have found that it works out about 1/3 of the time. I doubt the statistical odds are as favorable, but I still see it as a freeroll. If doubling up the opposing player amounts to less than a 1/3 of what I'd still have, I flip a coin in my head and off I go.
But like so many other mouthy players who consider themselves the next Phil Hellmuth, FUDonks can't tolerate anything only than reasonable odds-based play. If you've ever heard an intermediate competition fighter lose and complain "he didn't attack me right!" you get the idea. Even factoring in loudmouth internet-enabled courage, though, I couldn't understand the long string of obscenities coming from this player after he busted. FUDonks, at the risk of coming down to your level, you suck. If you couldn't say it to my face -- and you know you couldn't, you simpy foul-mouthed punk -- much less use your actual name while doing it, go back to checkers. And get that high-school diploma, you're going to need a real job. And move out of your parent's basement before they find out what a total ass you make of yourself when you don't get what you want.
In recent weeks, I've run across a lot of players on Paradise with internet-flame courage, freely criticizing players at the smallest annoyance or irritation. My particular favorite are these young punks who do their homework on the game, and start to feel the kind of entitlement that comes from studying hard and getting A's. You work hard, the reward had better be there or someone's going to curse a blue streak that would make Earl Weaver shake his head. Ah yes, the curse of middle-class suburban white boys who can't stand it when the world fails to bend to their will.
It's so completely reminiscent to me of every wannabe dot-com world-beater fresh out of Berkeley or Stanford and a two-year stint at cutthroat IT shops like the ones at Fidelity Mutual or Longs Drugs. Somehow they're tapped into stupid money, stupid business ideas, or they just know a sucker when they see one. And when the bubble burst, these sad little spectacles, totally absorbed in the drama of their own lives, took their balls, such as they are, and stomped home. Off to the Peace Corps, to hell with you business-world hyenas. Uh huh. And when you come back, let's take a second look at the business plan you proposed. I assume by then you'll have actually written it out.
So when a turk like one of these loses to a pure chase? Well. I wish I'd had an easy way to log what FUDonks said. Long after he busted out, he stayed around and heckled me very much outside the scope of behavior permitted by Paradise policy. I also notice he's disabled searching on his player name. I also note I haven't seen him since. I would like to believe Paradise administration had everything to do with that.
I'm tempted to out these jerkwads here, because I doubt Paradise cares to police behavior if they don't have to. Still, it's a stain on their site when player mouths go so foul.